Air Too Thick

Walking seems Seems like a good idea sometimes Till your walking and you see And you see the edge and decide Decide Decide Decide to fly Breathing could be Could be harder than you would like If the airs too thick and stagnant Stagnant air inside Inside Inside The air's too thick here inside So we're all gasping And clinging And sticking to one another Not breathing Not flying We're all dying We're all dying Sometimes I think that I know what your thinking Sometimes I think that I know what to say Sometimes I pretend that Im not so fucking lonely Sometimes I pretend that I'm really ok I'm not ok (I'm not ok) I AM this way (I AM this way) This way I'll stay (But it's okay) Cuz we're all gasping And clinging And sticking to one another Not breathing We're all dying And clinging And sticking to one another Not breathing Not flying Not flying We're all dying All dying We are all All already dead

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