From the morning to the evening Complaints from the tenants, Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant......... [The Mornings~The Weeknd]
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We wake up numb to it all,
Eyes bloodshot from the fall.
The nights consume us,
Weighing heavy with lust.
Laying in the beam of his light,
The results from our evening fights.
Torturous love is what we thrive for,
Shattered souls upon the floor.
Every night it's the same thing,
I'm pulled around like a puppet on a string.
Only we understand this game we play,
This disaster we crave in our own way.
Take control with your rough foreplay,
Leave me breathless without a word to say.
Wicked words of hate and malice,
Slowly deteriorate our shameful palace.
Nothing left to live for other than the pain,
Another bruise another scar to gain.
Hurt me so good make me feel it deep,
This is the story that the tortured ones keep.
