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Foes

The foe is you My worst enemy is me I love you though Can’t you see me, you see? I walked a thousand miles Just to see you smile one more time Desires on every lie you say I’d rather hear the truth today Courage and creativity mix My heart needs a little fix I’m weeping and leaping forward Toward you, my foe and friend...this is awkward Woke up to your illusion of adoration Broke up with tension and frustration High off of ecstasy and your love ain’t dope Just hand me some hope or I’ll hang like this rope Juggling with jostling joyousness against my body Nobody has told me that I was in triggering captivity Scars replay in my cranium...I don’t know, so I drink rage’s rum Raping me with numbness, making me slightly and slowly dumb What have I become? Someone else? Somebody told me I was handsome I am caught under Satan’s spells I’m sorry, God I’m all by myself and I vertically nod I vertically nod... Your horizon is horizontally hopeful But, what have I become? A boy that can only feel numb? I walked a thousand miles Just to see you smile one more time Desires on every lie you say I’d rather hear the truth today Courage and creativity mix My heart needs a little fix I’m weeping and leaping forward Toward you, my foe and friend...this is awkward Woke up to your illusion of adoration Broke up with tension and frustration High off of ecstasy and your love ain’t dope Just hand me some hope or I’ll hang like this rope Juggling with jostling joyousness against my body Nobody has told me that I was in triggering captivity Scars replay in my cranium...I don’t know, so I drink rage’s rum Raping me with numbness, making me slightly and slowly dumb The foe is you, you see? My worst enemy is me Love-hate your torturous, lovable ways Living life in a summer heat these days

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