In[Toxic]ated Love
Death Masked In A Bottle...
Veins took one sip of your toxic love
One sip, two sip
Then I got a buzz
Then you knew that you had me,
You had me in love
Love.
Love is what I thought it was...
Drunken love
(Yeah my heart was fuzzed)
Drunken peruse
(Led to all the abuse)
Dark and faded and jaded
(Misguided,misused)
Blinded, walked into all the abuse
Your venom is chasin’
All this time that I’m wastin’
Red “X” on your back
Covered before your attack
Your wicked ways
Will catch one of these days...
But I Sobered up
No longer in haze
The last drop of your poison stopped before my heart
Released from your prison, so now I can part
Send my love to your new victim
Though I pray they escape,
before they are bitten and cannot awake
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