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My Sweetest Addiction
I’m lost in a daydream of my sweetest addiction
If up to me there would be no reprieve
I dare not indulge it in actual reality
For I fear that I would not want to leave
The world is shadows and neon to which there’s no end
Its design is to inflict great pleasure
All that is needed is the presence of her
Then I am perfect in the sin of my leisure
Her love is a lie I already know
And still I couldn’t care less
I’m lost in the fantasy of my own creation
Through her touch I dispose of my stress
In her eyes I am special unlike anyone else
Almost like she’s awaited me all night
Now that I’m here I have nothing to fear
She will see that everything is alright
The music begins and she weaves her spell
I am entranced before we get started
It’s just me and her until the notes end
Our voyage is all but uncharted
She moves in close, her body on mine
We have precious little time to waste
I get high on her smell, the sensation of her
The sweet of her skin she permits me to taste
Our time is too soon once it’s begun
With false sadness she bids me goodbye
She indulges my fancy right to the end
In the moment I miss her so much I could cry
Too cruel it is, my sweetest addiction
Manufactured love at its best
I shake off my mirage and come back to my senses
I do my best through the day to protest
A struggle I have is a mind with a talent
To call forth every detail I need
That can send me into a world of my making
Where I can feed an insatiable greed
My best I do give for all that I can
To avoid the world false chance
Though some days I do fall too far down the rabbit hole
And get lost in the girl and the dance
If up to me there would be no reprieve
I dare not indulge it in actual reality
For I fear that I would not want to leave
The world is shadows and neon to which there’s no end
Its design is to inflict great pleasure
All that is needed is the presence of her
Then I am perfect in the sin of my leisure
Her love is a lie I already know
And still I couldn’t care less
I’m lost in the fantasy of my own creation
Through her touch I dispose of my stress
In her eyes I am special unlike anyone else
Almost like she’s awaited me all night
Now that I’m here I have nothing to fear
She will see that everything is alright
The music begins and she weaves her spell
I am entranced before we get started
It’s just me and her until the notes end
Our voyage is all but uncharted
She moves in close, her body on mine
We have precious little time to waste
I get high on her smell, the sensation of her
The sweet of her skin she permits me to taste
Our time is too soon once it’s begun
With false sadness she bids me goodbye
She indulges my fancy right to the end
In the moment I miss her so much I could cry
Too cruel it is, my sweetest addiction
Manufactured love at its best
I shake off my mirage and come back to my senses
I do my best through the day to protest
A struggle I have is a mind with a talent
To call forth every detail I need
That can send me into a world of my making
Where I can feed an insatiable greed
My best I do give for all that I can
To avoid the world false chance
Though some days I do fall too far down the rabbit hole
And get lost in the girl and the dance
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