Searching for a quick high
They call it love
I call it ecstasy
Because it's hard to see
True colors,
When you're overdosing
Off these pills and potions
Love in it's self is pure
But lovers taint it and lace it
To speed up the chase
To speed up the race
To get you in bed
To get your legs spread
They reap you of your dignity
and value
They take what's most dearest to you
And throw you in the shadows
And like the meadows
Your head kept low
No one should know
Like a thief in the night
You were blind to the light
Your mind is half gone now,
You'll never be the same now.
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G E M I N I
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