i asked you to help me. did you even hear when i whispered it sadly? when i screamed it out madly? you don't get to laugh at me for how i fix what you break, how i hate you for lying, how i can't stop crying since you threw me away...
i'm coming up for air. sick of making you care. makes it easy to leave. a truth i didn't believe. held on to what wasn't there. fixing what wasn't worth repair. blind to what's easy to see. pressure you're putting on me.
coming up for air...
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did you write that? 'cause I like it a lot
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