I can’t tell you what it really is ...................................
I can only tell you what it feels like.
And RigHt noW there’s a steel knife in my windpipe
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I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
it’s like I’m in flight
High off of love, drunk from my hate
I suffocate
I love it the more that I suffer
And right before I’m about to drown he resuscitates me.
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You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe when you’re with ‘em ?
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So LOST in the momentS; when you’re in them
So they say it’s best to go your SEPARETE ways
Guess they don’t know me
Cause today, that was yesterday.
Yesterday is over, it’s a different day
Silent broken records playing over
But you don’t get another chance
.............................................Life is not a game, and-------
you lied again.
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