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Running out

Where did all my breath go
How come I can't breathe
I swear I know which way up is
I just can't seem to get there

The only place I seem to be going
Is six feet under the stars
Everything is moving so slowly
I don't know where I am
I don't know why I'm crying

All I know is the only part of living
Is just waiting till you die
I'm sick and tired of waiting
I want that last warm breath
To leave my ice cold lips

I'm just begging is for these bloody lines
To bleed out my life

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  • MusicIsMyLifeline
    September 20
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    lovelovelove this

    do i sense some 'six feet under the stars' atl inspiration?