Submissions by Popsicle
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i'm good
somehow i convinced myself
that being high is bad
somehow i start to wonder
how did i get so mad
the injection is the itch
that lets me wanting more
the down before the up
is the calm before the storm
who says storms are bad
who says they get you wet
i listen to no one
i only take k from the vet
do not be mad at me
im not mad at myself
i'll walk right out the door
leave no drugs on the shelf
that being high is bad
somehow i start to wonder
how did i get so mad
the injection is the itch
that lets me wanting more
the down before the up
is the calm before the storm
who says storms are bad
who says they get you wet
i listen to no one
i only take k from the vet
do not be mad at me
im not mad at myself
i'll walk right out the door
leave no drugs on the shelf
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They
They hide, they hide, they wait for me
To slip, to fall, to make a mistake
I cant i wont i feel too cold
They wont get to me
I already sold my soul
They wait in vain
They keep me warm
I dont need their warmth
Long ago i fell for you
You 're gone , i'm gone
You left and took me too
You took me too
I live separately from myself
I needed you and u knew i cared
Well now i dont
And now i still do
long ago i fell for you
You 're gone , i'm gone
You left and took me too
You took me too
Not so...
To slip, to fall, to make a mistake
I cant i wont i feel too cold
They wont get to me
I already sold my soul
They wait in vain
They keep me warm
I dont need their warmth
Long ago i fell for you
You 're gone , i'm gone
You left and took me too
You took me too
I live separately from myself
I needed you and u knew i cared
Well now i dont
And now i still do
long ago i fell for you
You 're gone , i'm gone
You left and took me too
You took me too
Not so...
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