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Closed doors, there’s not a single sound

Is this heaven

Or a figment of existence

Self-affliction, a great white addiction

I’m up against my walls

Still you stood

As his chest fell to the floor

She leaves me, hanging

She’s a hot mess

Soft in the flesh, she’s cynical

Mentally unsound

We’re dabbling in chemicals

She’s dancing around in beds

Well it’s not quite empirical

And if returned in kind

Would that lead me back to you

To you

Are we there yet

She’s desperate for a peace of mind

She says I’m not the one

To give her all my time

She’s an avid reader

Of the thrill, mystery, in kind

Oh but I’ll bet she didn’t

She didn’t read the part

'Bout the fray, when I lost my mind

She’s a hot mess

Soft in the flesh, she’s cynical

Mentally unsound

We’re dabbling in chemicals

She’s dancing around in beds

Well it’s not quite empirical

And if returned in kind

Would that bring me back to her arms

Her arms

Took a last drag, she’s gone with the ash

She’s unstoppable

Lost in her charms

Like the city lights on the walls

She loses herself to sex

No, it’s not quite commendable

Oh, and if returned in kind

Would that lead me back to her heart

Her heart

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