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your addiction

Beauty fades
Broken mirror and razor blade
I have to watch you waste away
Do I have to watch you end 
When it's my eyes  that sink slowly in sadness
My throat that doesn't swallow,  
my voice that doesn't sound
How do we call this your 'sickness?"
You make the choice
You get to be high; I clean you up 
I get to be here for both of us
And you, you get none of the blame
Just the escape, the attention
Because you're the one with the disease
And I'm just with the diseased
Written by beautiful_accident
Published | Edited 27th Jun 2011
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