I’m
all out of words and sick of trying to tell you to love me
My
heart skipped a beat, it breaks and falls and scratches inside of me
If
you bleed it’s not my fault
You’ve
cried enough to let me know
You
don’t love me
My
pulses are weak; I’m struggling, trying to tell you to love me
Veins
running dry, they beat and pulse and squeeze the life out of me
If
I scream it’s not your fault
You’ve
cried enough to let me know
You
don’t love me
Let
it fail and tell you to leave
You’re
cramping my style; you’re too close to breathe
When
it stops I’ll let you have my heart
But
you don’t love me
Lyrics.
Signing out,
~Nattoons
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"It's a bird, no a plane, no wait, it's a low flying bus!"
-Sam Olsson
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