Lets face it, You don't feel a bit off.

What a freak I am, that you want a taste of.

She said please come back I'm toxic.

I cant slow down the process.

Maybe we can fake it, and face down.

Shaking, and it's so discrete, its old love,

Keep bleeding on mistakes, your cup is full of me honey.

too bad, your habits keep you drawn into your pockets,

I will keep diving in mine.


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