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Desire

When the snake slithers under my door, let him do it
Let him test how much I can take, take my heart and chew it
When the clock ticks and time gets too thick to erase
Let him steal all my time away and call it the chase
When my self esteem withers away, help me do it
Assist me as I take the world in my hands and say screw it
When the snake poisons my vein, let him do it
It's just a small sacrifice for the pain, no more to it
Injected with this liquid that makes me another me
Rejected by this twisted ghost and I become my enemy
Long ago, I thought I was stronger
But I can't take the grief any longer
Passion or cocaine, same drug different name
I am the only person to blame for the pain
So when the snake slithers into my chest, let him do it
Let him cut out my weak heart and chew it,
Nothing more to it.
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