Caught in the storm of his addiction
Seeking aimlessly for a way out
Love is a powerful enemy
That keeps me holding on to prayer
Oh, the weight of it consumes me
I see the devil in his eyes, for he is vicious
As it slowly takes his soul
And drains me of mine
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Memoirs of a mad life (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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