Our legs begin to break. We've walked this path for far too long. My lungs, they start to ache. But still we carry on. I'm choking on my words. Like I got a noose around my neck. I can't believe it's come to this. I can't believe it's come to this. And dear, I fear. That this ship is sinking tonight. I won't give up on you. These scars won't tear us apart. So don't give up on me. It's not too late for us. And I'll save you from yourself. And I'll save you from yourself. Our legs begin to break. We've walked this path for far too long. My lungs begin to ache. But still we carry on. I'm choking on my words. Like I got a noose around my neck. I'm not coming home tonight. I'm not coming home tonight. 'Cause dear I fear, dear I fear. I'm not coming home tonight. I'm not coming home tonight. 'Cause dear I fear. This ship is sinking. Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I can taste the failure on your lips. Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I can taste the failure. Close your eyes. There's nothing we can do. But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves. You're trapped in your past. Like it's six feet under...

Our legs begin to break. We've walked this path for far too long. My lungs, they start to ache. But still we carry on. I'm choking on my words. Like I got a noose around my neck. I can't believe it's come to this. I can't believe it's come to this. And dear, I fear. That this ship is sinking tonight. I won't give up on you. These scars won't tear us apart. So don't give up on me. It's not too late for us. And I'll save you from yourself. And I'll save you from yourself. Our legs begin to break. We've walked this path for far too long. My lungs begin to ache. But still we carry on. I'm choking on my words. Like I got a noose around my neck. I'm not coming home tonight. I'm not coming home tonight. 'Cause dear I fear, dear I fear. I'm not coming home tonight. I'm not coming home tonight. 'Cause dear I fear. This ship is sinking. Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I can taste the failure on your lips. Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I can taste the failure. Close your eyes. There's nothing we can do. But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves. You're trapped in your past. Like it's six feet under...
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Ellie J. Kinney ● 17 y.o. ● London [wtf ?]


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