Im tired of it hurting
and everything going wrong
I had a feeling of murder
but reporting it wont do anything
biting my lip could only make it bleed
holding hands could only make us closer
so when we fell the pain was worse

I want a reason to breathe
cant fight the killer without a knife
Im not strong enough,Take my life
like dying from the air you breathe in
Its slowely but eventually

burn my shoes,but Im still walking
set this ground on fire
the flames are just sourounding me
Id be lucky not to cry
so they must be lucky
you called my name to help me
and you just watch me burn
you never said a word
 
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