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Published: Apr 24, 2013

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Your hair, your eyes
All were a beautiful surprise
Little did I know
You would surprise me
In the worst way

Your smile, your laugh
Made me who you wanted
If only I had known
How you would hurt me.

I needed you
Like flames need the air
I wanted you
But you were never there
Every kiss I gave you
Every song I wrote
Of our love…
They fueled this addiction.

Your skin, your love
All made me want you
Why can’t I tell my past self
Exactly who
You are?

I needed you
Like flames need the air
I wanted you
But you were never there
Every kiss I gave you
Every song I wrote
About our love…
They fueled this addiction.

You hurt me
I wish that I
Could hurt me too
But I still want you
You filled my head
With your personalized
Crack cocaine
And I’m still addicted to you!
I’m still addicted to you.

I needed you
Like flames need the air
I wanted you
But you were never there
Every kiss I gave you
Every song I wrote
Of our love…
They fueled this addiction.

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Wow, I am super nervous to submit this. I don't like it when people read my lyrics (I feel like they're all so depressing!), but I thought it would be good if I got some critiques on it. Please tell me what you think! Thank you

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AppliedPhilosopher

May 28, 2013

This is very effectively descriptive.

One part puzzled me a bit:
You hurt me
I wish that I
Could hurt me too

It may just be a part I didn't relate to (though I found I did relate to the rest of it).

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