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• Artiste: NewDad
• Titre: Misery
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Left the gates of my heart open In hopes yours would be too But with too much wishful thinking Bit off more than I could chew I fear my love's been stolen By this city and its thieves Feel like I've been spit out In a static state of grief And it kills me quickly The knife moves swiftly Is it a strange obsession? Yeah, a sort of addiction A bit of a kink for self-affliction Is it a bit of lust for misery? Because her and I have history Resting in the coffin I just let the soil fall And I could cry out, "Save me" But I don't bother to call I fear it's my own doing The rotting, the decay 'Cause I forced myself to take it When I didn't need to stay Now I can't swallow The truth tastes awful Is it a strange obsession? Yeah, a sort of addiction A bit of a kink for self-affliction Is it a bit of lust for misery? Because her and I have history Is it a strange obsession? Yeah, a sort of addiction A bit of a kink for self-affliction Is it a bit of lust for misery? Because her and I have history Is it a strange obsession? Yeah, a sort of addiction A bit of a kink for self-affliction Is it a bit of lust for misery? Because her and I have history Is it a strange obsession? Yeah, a sort of addiction A bit of a kink for self-affliction Is it a bit of lust for misery? Because her and I have history