similar to the feeling of wasting my last breath.
holding on to piercing screams.
symbolizing death in each word I write,
just to kill what happened tonight.
Forget we have the right to say what we feel
and hold ourselves back to avoid losing everything.
maybe losing everything is something we need.
lose a lover. gain another.
this same old game has got me undercover.
hiding behind gallows for you,
waiting for attention.
i dont want a damn thing.
baby i've had bad intentions,
and i've been living for them.
forcing myself to break
until i just start over again...
similar to the feeling of wasting my last breath.
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