Am I tolerating so greatly
The scraping of your nails
On the hollow of my chest

Inside I burn the one for me
Pulling further into deception
I waste this bullet meant for you 

Breaking the stone
On my back I carry this thru
Four in a row 

I've grown soured to this drink
You pour down my throat
Like the ocean tastes of salt

We are all anorexic in here
Purging our mouths with words
We can't touch

I don't want to
Want to waste away
To waste away with you

I don't want to
Want to wither away
To wither away with you

I don't want to
Want to fail
To fail with you