The Death of Me
Am hooked
It's fucking unbearable,
Unfortunate that it's legal,
Because this may actually be the death of me.
Fucking murder,
Your under my skin, I bleed you,
You lost your head but I lost my heart
and its funny,
Funny that I can't breed but am still standing,
Waking up beacuse you give me a reason to live.
Your choked up
Well I guess your fashionably late,
Because baby as I've said, I've been dead
Your kisses killed me.
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