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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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