I'm wearing thin wearing out becoming weak Holding hands with this rope she's my self-destructive Bleeding disease the thing that makes it hard to breathe But if I shoved you far away This addict just starved asphyxiated And now I see it's you that's tearing me ensnaring me This is me dying in your arms I cut you out now set me free Lynched high
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