i've triped into this
recyclable mess
im just the mirror
the substance
the drug, the last hit
it takes to wake you up....
when your feet are planted right
when you can sleep at night
the drug that took you
the drug you abused
well, i'll still be here
hopelessly in love with you....
when your heart knows its mistake
when i've shown you what it takes
you'll be up again
and i'll have already broken both my feet
to keep up with you...
im just a drug
just the drug you'd abuse...


just your colorfull phase....
my crayon box is full
i could do with out all the vivid pictures you'd paint
i could do with out less than enough
my mind of pastel skys
and butterflys, is so easily...
made up.

no thanks,
i'll pass
you dont appreciate the full out perspective...
washable ink
this wont ever last.
 
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