Oh, My Sweet Addiction
Heroin don't make me feel as low
Or leave me with such contradiction,
And I'm sure that I'm as I'd have sold
And your my last contrition,
And I don't scream and I don't fight
I'm just wasted without a mission.
And u just smile with cunning, guile,
Oh, my sweet addiction.
Your thoughtless ways, calculating plays
I've bought my own submission,
They who say I've had my way
I've made my own decision,
And what of our love, what was it made of
And what is my position,
Understanding is misrepresenting
I'd give the song another listen,
Oh, my sweet addiction.
Copyright © Keith Baker | Year Posted 2011
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