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your love opiate
seduces me slowly
while killing me softly
inside, my animosity
toward love is dying
and the possibility
of my heart being
free is coming alive,
your love opiate
gives me enough
to keep me here
but not enough
to keep me high,
floating on what
seems to be
artificial elevation,
disillusioned by love's
lowered expectations,
constantly led amiss
of love's natural high,
finding it hard to
touch you
even though I feel you,
see you
even though I perceive you,
your love opiate
corrupts my judgment,
causes me to decipher
whether love exists
or if my heart's
been playing tricks...again,
got me searching
and asking questions
but my slurred speech
has you misunderstanding me,
man...this isn't me
this under-the-influence
person that you see,
got me feeling like
a fool for love,
feeling like
a fool for the one
who's opiate I'm on,
always looking
for the next fix,
tired of playing
hide and seek
with my feelings
for you,
always searching for yours
yet only finding mine,
searching for something
to help me detox,
either die to
the pain of consuming love's opiate
or live free without it
seduces me slowly
while killing me softly
inside, my animosity
toward love is dying
and the possibility
of my heart being
free is coming alive,
your love opiate
gives me enough
to keep me here
but not enough
to keep me high,
floating on what
seems to be
artificial elevation,
disillusioned by love's
lowered expectations,
constantly led amiss
of love's natural high,
finding it hard to
touch you
even though I feel you,
see you
even though I perceive you,
your love opiate
corrupts my judgment,
causes me to decipher
whether love exists
or if my heart's
been playing tricks...again,
got me searching
and asking questions
but my slurred speech
has you misunderstanding me,
man...this isn't me
this under-the-influence
person that you see,
got me feeling like
a fool for love,
feeling like
a fool for the one
who's opiate I'm on,
always looking
for the next fix,
tired of playing
hide and seek
with my feelings
for you,
always searching for yours
yet only finding mine,
searching for something
to help me detox,
either die to
the pain of consuming love's opiate
or live free without it
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Om det inte känns rätt så måste nånting göras !
What ever happends.. I´ll be your shoulder to cry on, your rock to lean on. I´m yours baby <3
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