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The Things I Feel When You're With Me.
Your hand laced in mine feels like its around my throat.
Your love is a bad batch of heroin straight to my veins and baby I'm too messed up this time.
I find all of my strength in your weakness.
We could have had it all but this love sick lullabye is causing my ears to bleed.
So take this song sang with your voice of false sincerity.
& take your arms; an ice cold embrace when I am shivering.
While I am contemplating what to do when the one I love the most is the reason for my suffocation.
Your breathing is the pillow shoved to my face at night.
& your words are the knives helping my self-mutilation when I cry.
Unhealthy addictions- on your part, and mine.
Stuck in this go-nowhere position losing track of all my time.
I have finally removed this blindfold long enough to realize;
Our love was nothing more than fatal disease in disguise.