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Twisted
It's a cancerous love affair. What we've got, You and I
Staging a dog and pony show, where the sleeping dogs lie
Caught in this gruesome depiction of true love gone awry
Vodka stained nights, all covered in sin
We're either fucking or fighting. We only deal in extremes.
We're figments of a nightmare, drenched in a dream.
Can't seem to shake you, we're back at it again
We chip pieces off of each other, and there's really no one to blame
We just hold hands, grimace in agony and bask in the pain
Staging a dog and pony show, where the sleeping dogs lie
Caught in this gruesome depiction of true love gone awry
Vodka stained nights, all covered in sin
We're either fucking or fighting. We only deal in extremes.
We're figments of a nightmare, drenched in a dream.
Can't seem to shake you, we're back at it again
We chip pieces off of each other, and there's really no one to blame
We just hold hands, grimace in agony and bask in the pain
Published 23rd Jun 2015
| Edited 17th Jul 2015
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23rd Jun 2015 6:03pm
Vodka stained night's ' . Well more than that, it's the whole piece, churns memories of something gruesome. hmm, powerful thus heart wrenching.
23rd Jun 2015 6:42pm
14th Aug 2015 12:54pm
'We chip pieces off of each other, and there's really no one to blame' Stunning, this is honest and realistic. Great write, thanks!
