She's says shes never felt better
Why does this hurt so much?
She seeps through my pours like a poison chemical
she dilutes me, takes away my life
I'm not used to letting her go
from this body to your soul
this hurts and you know
With the exception of young love
I am to be found the fault
to my own troubles
You planted you seed of hate inside me
you watched it grow viciously
and did nothing but bathed in your success
You are a river made of led
The song stuck in my head
the feeling when you know you're dead
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