| Strange ways that we are cheated
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| Of a torch to burn a path
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| Binding at the weeds to watch them grow
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| Existent beneath the cloaking of your love
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| Stapled to the walls and webs of which you’ve crafted
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| Pining for a gasp from these strangulation insides
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| Only to be reminded of your imminent death
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| All of these roads are blocked
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| Exits out to arms
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| To truly love you is to
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| Stunt stagnate and bind you
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| Nothing is good enough
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| Love is just a leash
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| Consuming guilt
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| Each drip dries throat to bone
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| Good means to go punished
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| My love comes with a price
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| All I want is to let you know
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| I own you
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| Wriggle on as you must
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| There is no compromise
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| Consuming guilt
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| You’ll walk your path alone
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| Shackled to a torturous relation
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| Bonded blood equates to lashes in our minds
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| With this whip
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| Each crack and pull, ministration
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| Assurance of protected cages
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| No wings to fly
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| All of these roads are blocked
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| Exits out to arms
|
| To truly love you is to
|
| Stunt stagnate and bind you
|
| Nothing is good enough
|
| Love is just a leash
|
| Consuming guilt
|
| Each drip dries throat to bone
|
| Good means to go punished
|
| My love comes with a price
|
| All I want is to let you know
|
| I own you
|
| Wriggle on as you must
|
| There is no compromise
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| Consuming guilt
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| You’ll walk your path alone |