You spent the nights building your quicksand,
I was there but I've never cared.
Now I feel confused cause I can't go on,
it's strange but I enjoy being blocked.
I have fold 'cause I really wanted,
it was easy to see, what you had being done.
Still knowing your traps, I followed your plans,
now I can't think about being out of your quicksand.
Honestly it's like being hooked,
to something that's not good,
and you're trying to give up,
still knowing its your little crime.
But it's turning to a pleasure,
and it's becoming bigger than ever,
I don't know how to escape,
I love being there.

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