Vices

Sometimes you make me feel strong when I feel weak

Sometimes you make me weak when I should be strong

It's something about that grey smoke that seems so colorful

Why am I a slave to your grip

Don't I give you enough of me to satisfy

Are we meant to be in toil between who has the power

In all actuality I'm in love with how you use me

Abuse me

 

To my dearest love, Darrek

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