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I’ll just be standing here, where I’ve been for so long,
For as long as I can remember.
Your skin is so cold,
Can we play dead?
over again?
Let’s play a little game of truth or consequence.

Untie this knot In my stomach,
Push those feelings of regret as far down as I can,
Beneath my feet, beneath the ground.
Try my hardest to make it right this time.
Your eyes, glazed over, look salted with tears,
Grey and shinning no more.
Hands bound behind your back, red wire cuts so deep,
Leaves wounds that never scar over.

My own hands, slipping,
My brow sweating.
The rain runs boiling down my back,
Lean over to kiss your lips one last time.
Take a breath, take a breath,
Take a breath.
Heart’s racing, got to steady myself before I burn what’s left,
And leave this place.

Play dead,
“hey, you’re pretty good at this game!”
waste, you’re such a waste,
“does it sting baby?”
waste, you’re such a waste, wasted.

When my mother calls me back, to draw the shades,
I’ll rest in my blame,
No sleep lost over you, I’ll be catching up on it,
Now that you’re gone.

Description
I’ll just be standing here, where I’ve been for so long,
For as long as I can remember.
Your skin is so cold,
Can we play dead?
over again?
Let’s play a little game of truth or consequence.

Untie this knot In my stomach,
Push those feelings of regret as far down as I can,
Beneath my feet, beneath the ground.
Try my hardest to make it right this time.
Your eyes, glazed over, look salted with tears,
Grey and shinning no more.
Hands bound behind your back, red wire cuts so deep,
Leaves wounds that never scar over.

My own hands, slipping,
My brow sweating.
The rain runs boiling down my back,
Lean over to kiss your lips one last time.
Take a breath, take a breath,
Take a breath.
Heart’s racing, got to steady myself before I burn what’s left,
And leave this place.

Play dead,
“hey, you’re pretty good at this game!”
waste, you’re such a waste,
“does it sting baby?”
waste, you’re such a waste, wasted.

When my mother calls me back, to draw the shades,
I’ll rest in my blame,
No sleep lost over you, I’ll be catching up on it,
Now that you’re gone.