enDorphins

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I know you pretty sick of love songs
The songs of how we were together 
Our rivals envied us
Jealous of our love

We showed that off
Put it on display 
Made sure we got others' approval
And it was toxic
We thrived off of it like a drug

Those toxins seeped out as radiation
The energy fucking us up
We just needed each other but it was never enough

Enough, lets not fight again
You immediately go on the offense 

This is 'communication'
If speaking over me...
No...
Let me... 
Forget it.

At least can I walk away with some pride
Once & for all but you know once I am gone
I'll probably be back
I just keep on wishing I could make you stay
Your toxin is an endorphin 
Making me your number one addict
The high that is you is never enough

Congratulations, I'm a mess without you 

_PasopNegra 

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