Tell me something that will make me stop loving you.
Although at this point you could destroy me and I'd still cry because you didn't kiss me before killing me.

This Stress is killing me
No time to think
No time to breathe

This Stress is stronger than me
Holds me down with chains
Why can't I break free

This Stress

This Stress
It has killed me
No human left
All that remains is machine

I've slowly came to the realization
Of what makes me so craven
I now know what is killing me
It's not what I thought it would be
It's not the pain, agony, or strife
That is so ******* rife
That's been there all my life
It's not the monsters, demons, or tragedy
No it's not any of the things I thought it would be
I thought I was killing time, but now I see
Time is killing me

You are the smoke in my lungs
The whiskey in my glass
A full pack of cigarettes
And a half empty bottle of wine
You are all the things that I love
That are destined to **** me
*I want to taste you