I might of got way to high confusion delusion of being in love with another guy feelings exchanged love. In my herat regained or am I just dreaming and hoping it come true I might of got way to high thinking of you your words is my drug but they've gotten misused and abused your love is my drug and its still flowing through my veins effecting my heart and effecting my brain got me thinking of what we can be and everything that could go wrong smoked to much of your drug got to high and fell. In love alone
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