you’re like a disease
deep down in my throat, you keep me from skeaping
deep inside my chest, you keep me from breathing
you’re in my lungs
you’re in my veins
you make my bones ache
you make me feel weak and sick
and,
there is no way I can deny it,
I’m dying
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
you’re like a disease
deep down in my throat, you keep me from skeaping
deep inside my chest, you keep me from breathing
you’re in my lungs
you’re in my veins
you make my bones ache
you make me feel weak and sick
and,
there is no way I can deny it,
I’m dying
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