Weak from lack of oxygen
Strangled by the thought
Promise you'll remember when I'm gone
Sleep is mostly optional
Trace lines around my heart
Steal the only breath from my lungs
But if I had your faith
I'd be fearless
But until that day
I'm envious
Miles and miles that distance us
Like meters on a map
Trace lines that only translate to a day
But if
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