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I must be on cocaine
You play in my head like a scratched record,,
I have to question my own sanity,
Are you someone I thought up?
Or is this going to end up like it always does?
I wait around all day just to see you,
To Kiss your soft lips,
Run my hand over yours.
To lay my head on your chest.
I want you so bad,
You make my heart feel as if a boa constrictor is wrapped around it.
Everyday that I don't see you,
Is another bullet in my temple.
I feel like I just snorted coke,
The way I feel when I'm around you.
But when you leave,
The sour drain in the back of my throat kicks in.
I go through withdraw when you are gone.
I have to question my own sanity,
Are you someone I thought up?
Or is this going to end up like it always does?
I wait around all day just to see you,
To Kiss your soft lips,
Run my hand over yours.
To lay my head on your chest.
I want you so bad,
You make my heart feel as if a boa constrictor is wrapped around it.
Everyday that I don't see you,
Is another bullet in my temple.
I feel like I just snorted coke,
The way I feel when I'm around you.
But when you leave,
The sour drain in the back of my throat kicks in.
I go through withdraw when you are gone.
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