It's sick the way I cling to you
Grip with every muscle in your body
squeeze your fingers tight together
your mind controls your actions and your addiction controls your mind
if you could speak your mind it would be a loud hush
free speech is not a matter of choice
so your lips are sealed with the saliva that pours onto your tongue
breathe out but forget to breathe in
your eyes are dark with the light you lost in a trade
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