You gave it, I took it. There's nothing left of me.
I saw it, I had it. It's only now I see.
My flesh conflicts my vision, this poison's filling me.
Defiling my conscience and I know its slowly killing me (it's killing me slowly)
Why am I the one to fall for the bait again?
Unable to escape from my fatal ways.
Temptation -- it comes to me when I most expect it.
Yet I am unable, still, to change my (fatal) ways.
I can't breath, I can't see. It's consuming all of me.
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