Down For The Count
Down for the count,
There’s no way out,
I need to leave.
Sick to my stomach,
Waiting for the end,
I need some room to breathe.
The walls are closing in,
There’s nothing left for me here,
All I can do is cringe.
Down for the count,
Where’s my way out?
Just give me some room to breathe.
Strained by your intentions,
Waiting for final beat
Down for the count,
Here’s my way out,
You didn't get the best of me.
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