Wither
Shaky hands make grips
Finding out more than you thought
Each breathe a blow to the chest
Between the sheets, damaged dreams
Sweat searing flesh
I savor the taste of rust
Dismembered reality of mine
You wish it was a dream
Do you feel that?
Does it make you remember me?
Dream little one
Dont wake till its over
Its never going to be over
Youre here with it all
I Grow weary of these games
If I had a heartif I
Do you feel that?
Does it make you scream?
Dream little one
Dont wake till its over
Its over now
You were never here
Take out the trash
I had a heartI had
Shaky hands make grips
Finding out more than you thought
Each breathe a blow to the chest
Between the sheets, damaged dreams
Sweat searing flesh
I savor the taste of rust
Dismembered reality of mine
You wish it was a dream
Do you feel that?
Does it make you remember me?
Dream little one
Dont wake till its over
Its never going to be over
Youre here with it all
I Grow weary of these games
If I had a heartif I
Do you feel that?
Does it make you scream?
Dream little one
Dont wake till its over
Its over now
You were never here
Take out the trash
I had a heartI had
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sweetheart:
Hey how is NC treating you?
_sean:
hey girl..it's good. Just getting settled and I have a job interview at a tattoo shop out her on Sunday so it's going well. How have you been? miss talking to you!