false perception
Too much It's eating at me It took my sleep If took my direction My smile creeps Only when I get the attention You once presented Until I ended what Little I had left of you I let you drive your dagger So far into my brain That's as the blood drains And as the pain intensifies The colors in my eyes disapates As I'm desensitized To the tourtres of love The tourtres of hate The tourtre of addiction To a love that was only fiction Created in my dread To replace you with who you were in my head
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