this kind of sickness
the twisted knots in the bottom of my stomach
the feeling of deep misery latching on to my broken heart
the ache like i got the wrong kind of flu
a spoiled feeling that just didnt connect
these endless tears u have given me
storming down like a loose river
i cant think straight
my mind all tormented
smothering this cricked heart of mine
this tainted feeling u have given me
i shed more then fear
no one is here
no one is here
shallow as my coffin as i see n blurs
the silence befriends me again today
your echos are gone
here i stand not yet amused
u ripped me n parts
loving just u
never looked back
u were the fame
but now picking up the peices
u have just disembled in veighn
the feeling of deep misery latching on to my broken heart
the ache like i got the wrong kind of flu
a spoiled feeling that just didnt connect
these endless tears u have given me
storming down like a loose river
i cant think straight
my mind all tormented
smothering this cricked heart of mine
this tainted feeling u have given me
i shed more then fear
no one is here
no one is here
shallow as my coffin as i see n blurs
the silence befriends me again today
your echos are gone
here i stand not yet amused
u ripped me n parts
loving just u
never looked back
u were the fame
but now picking up the peices
u have just disembled in veighn
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