Poison

Playing with danger is so unkind,

picking up the broken pieces you offered,

will they ever work again have to put them back carefully.

Overtime it comes to the conclusion that it wasn’t real,

Just get to steal a part of thyself for the heck of it,

On the regular knew this was coming sooner than later.

Yeah it was all good then bad but who cares about the hurting,

Exchange the guilt for petty thoughts under the blanket of lies.

Turn up the volume of music drain out any type of sorrow,

No games allowed here, don’t kill the vibe of everything we built.

Embrace the fact that there is no return due to the lack of your will.

 

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