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You're drowning me.
Pushing me farther and farther down.
With water seeping into my lungs,
I know you don't want me around.

I can see it in your eyes,
And every time you attempt a smile.
Your regret for ever knowing me,
And ever wanting me around.

I've learned to see through your lies,
Though I'd rather not know the truth.
You are slowly killing me.
And I am slowly killing you.

For weeks we've tried to fake it.
Sweeping our problems under the rug.
But too much dust has collected there.
We're starting to come undone.

We never talk anything through,
Instead we turn to other things.
But a cut on the wrist, or a shot of booze,
Will never fix a single fucking thing.

How much longer is this going to last?
I'm forgetting how to breathe.
So I fill my lungs with smoke instead,
Maybe the cancer will take me before I can take myself.

This isn't how things were supposed to be.
It's too bad we can't go back in time,
So maybe things could be how we imagined they would.
But it's too late to change anything now.

Neither of us knows what to do,
Because the damage has already been done.
And no matter how hard we try,
Everything will burn down in the end.

I wish there was something we could do.
For my heart still loves you with all it is.
But my head tells me it's time to move on.
Why wont you tell me what's wrong?

Description
You're drowning me.
Pushing me farther and farther down.
With water seeping into my lungs,
I know you don't want me around.

I can see it in your eyes,
And every time you attempt a smile.
Your regret for ever knowing me,
And ever wanting me around.

I've learned to see through your lies,
Though I'd rather not know the truth.
You are slowly killing me.
And I am slowly killing you.

For weeks we've tried to fake it.
Sweeping our problems under the rug.
But too much dust has collected there.
We're starting to come undone.

We never talk anything through,
Instead we turn to other things.
But a cut on the wrist, or a shot of booze,
Will never fix a single fucking thing.

How much longer is this going to last?
I'm forgetting how to breathe.
So I fill my lungs with smoke instead,
Maybe the cancer will take me before I can take myself.

This isn't how things were supposed to be.
It's too bad we can't go back in time,
So maybe things could be how we imagined they would.
But it's too late to change anything now.

Neither of us knows what to do,
Because the damage has already been done.
And no matter how hard we try,
Everything will burn down in the end.

I wish there was something we could do.
For my heart still loves you with all it is.
But my head tells me it's time to move on.
Why wont you tell me what's wrong?