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Lately, I find I don't breathe through my mouth nearly as much as I should.
As if, to do so, would mean losing precious life, not just air.
Yet, no matter how aware of it I am, my jaw stays clenched
It's trapped, swallowed.
I can speak, sing, smile with these lips,
But for the life of me, I cannot breathe
As if, to do so, would mean losing precious life, not just air.
Yet, no matter how aware of it I am, my jaw stays clenched
It's trapped, swallowed.
I can speak, sing, smile with these lips,
But for the life of me, I cannot breathe