by Rdy2run

Don't kill my ambition with these minor convictions.
My mind has me wasted on this pathetic addiction, causing such painful friction.
Reality becomes a casualty, the first fatality, replaced by insanity.
No surviving memories.
You've forgotten fidelity with your new mentality.
Miss me with your fake formality, when you're standing there telling me, "Hey girl, what's up?"
When we both know you mean, "Hey girl, let's f***!"
But it happens again, I'm letting you win.
Reeling me in until it's skin on skin.
The same old routine, nothing unique, a scene on repeat, fit just for a fiend.

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