| this is the first time that i’ve ever told the truth before
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| to scrutinize what we call fate
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| belief in more of what’s been forced into subconscious’s
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| hold my breath, hope to refrain
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| is love an infection or a sick addiction
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| when there’s nowhere left to run to is love an infection or a sick addiction
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| when there’s nowhere left, this crush is broken
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| her empty needle is my unsharpened sword
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| i stab, i stab, i stab, but i can’t puncture
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| don’t wanna let it, don’t wanna feel it don’t wanna hear it, don’t even wanna think about it hold my breath, hope to refrain
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| and if i can’t afford her my veins begin to ache
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| i don’t wanna feel this pain no more
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| have you ever felt so high that when you came down
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| you broke inside
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| i know she won’t take the blame
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| you love me, you rip my heart out
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| you’ve broken me for to long now |