i've been through a lot of things,
but addiction had to be the most painful one of them all.
my skin didn't crawl,
but hair grew on my eyes,
so i shut them real tight,
like peak a boo, i see you,
hallucinations messing up my sight.
she loves me more than you do,
but i let her damage me in the same ways that i let you damage me too.
i have no self control when it comes
to you,
so i sold my sold my soul to the devil just to make your dreams come true.
i became paranoid,
and when i did, that's when you'd avoid;
how could you tell someone you love them,
then watch them build just to destroy?
because once before i was good,
and i did everything i ever could,
just to make sure you were right,
even with the hindsight.
she loves me more than you do,
i need her like i need you,
and i wish i had a redo,
constantly wondering what i mean to you.
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