I'VE HUNG AND TIED THE ROPES OF MY PAST
LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES, FELL WAY TOO FAST
HOOKED ON TOXIC NARCOTICS FROM HEARTS
BEATING AS ONE, THIS IS WHERE LOVE STARTS
WORDS FROM LIPS TRAVEL TO DESTINED EARS
HANDS SO DRY WIPE AWAY CRYPTIC TEARS
EXPOSING STRONG FEELINGS CLOAKED INSIDE
SHOWING ME HAPPINESS WHEN FAITH DIED
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