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ADDICTED





Watching through the window
For a peeping eye in the hood
I have a package that I don't want to unfold

I want to burn up these books
That give you all these bad looks
With my lighter and the book in hand, I was armed quite enough
But then
Why not kill 3 birds with a stone
Or a grass
At least to help the matter in my head
So here I was burning the book slowing wrapped up, with my mouth
At the same time clearing out the matters in my brain like ashes
And blowing up my organs
And my ears hearing those grand stuffs them boys say without the piano
And the bass heating up
I'm on fire but I'm not getting burnt
But these ashes broke my heart in shatters
Plates dropping down in clatters
I drop wanting them all back
But they didn't want me as much as I wanted them
I had taken a bus to neverland
On a plane that seem to never land
Banging my head on the wall
I thought of the initial plan
To burn up the books
I guess that was better
But I chose the latter
And I'm on a ladder to pain
The outside world seem vague
And all I wanted to do
Was clear the matters in my head
Cos it seem like they were the head
And I was just a headless walker

Pushing through people and cars
I run to the disguised liars
Telling me they have the solution
But they kept giving the same solution
In different potions
Which became an obsession
And my gravest addiction.

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