It's not addiction, it's desire.
The burning vein, the burning fire.
I live for the pain that I enquire.
My life misses every beat yet I sound like a choir.

It's not misfortune, it's just stupid.
Didn't attend the funeral, the one of cupid.
No love in sight, no hug in sight,
I'm decaying inside and that's alright
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