suicide_tuesdays
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Feb 14, 2007
- Messages
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It begins with an infatuation, a spark, a plan, an idea
The notion that it can’t be that good, no solution, not the panacea
That curiosity turns to enjoyment, nervous times are past
The fun it seems is never ending, just one more to make it last
The pleasure it gives will be forever that is the promise that was made
Until the fun becomes a habit, a norm, we start to jade
Though it seems nothing is altered, less and less we seem to care
Until one day I am without you I notice you aren’t there
Advice has come, advice has gone I’ve been told to the last
And though it seems it isn’t long, Love isn’t love until its past
Ideas, beliefs and sparkling futures were all laid out, to come
With out my hit I’m left for nought and futures I have none
I’m told that time is a healer, that everything will be fine
Well I have given time and time and time over time over TIME
And still I’m searching for my plaster
a healer for my wounds
I’m starting to think its one long disaster
Because my addiction is to you
The notion that it can’t be that good, no solution, not the panacea
That curiosity turns to enjoyment, nervous times are past
The fun it seems is never ending, just one more to make it last
The pleasure it gives will be forever that is the promise that was made
Until the fun becomes a habit, a norm, we start to jade
Though it seems nothing is altered, less and less we seem to care
Until one day I am without you I notice you aren’t there
Advice has come, advice has gone I’ve been told to the last
And though it seems it isn’t long, Love isn’t love until its past
Ideas, beliefs and sparkling futures were all laid out, to come
With out my hit I’m left for nought and futures I have none
I’m told that time is a healer, that everything will be fine
Well I have given time and time and time over time over TIME
And still I’m searching for my plaster
a healer for my wounds
I’m starting to think its one long disaster
Because my addiction is to you
