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It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head.
It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong.
Gutted like a pig, all you want is the world to bleed...
Someone, somewhere stole your desire.
The pain akin to, being punched in the throat and stabbed in the chest...
You would rather bleed than be without her.
Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears...
replaced with lackluster memories you cry...
Your screams play in your empty room.
It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head.
It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong.
Your bed swallows you whole as the days bleed together...
torment on the lips of a loved one...
and if you try hard enough you can almost taste her
feel her pass and scream, "Oh God, WHY ME?"
You would rather bleed than be without her.
Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears...
replaced with lackluster memories you cry...
Your screams play in your empty room.
It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head.
It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong.
It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong.
Gutted like a pig, all you want is the world to bleed...
Someone, somewhere stole your desire.
The pain akin to, being punched in the throat and stabbed in the chest...
You would rather bleed than be without her.
Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears...
replaced with lackluster memories you cry...
Your screams play in your empty room.
It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head.
It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong.
Your bed swallows you whole as the days bleed together...
torment on the lips of a loved one...
and if you try hard enough you can almost taste her
feel her pass and scream, "Oh God, WHY ME?"
You would rather bleed than be without her.
Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears...
replaced with lackluster memories you cry...
Your screams play in your empty room.
It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head.
It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong.