My chest is tighter,
and it's getting harder to breath,
I think we are all going blind,
but I am not caving in.
Just one more taste,
and I'll be believing in what you are saying,
trying to do something,
but I’m paranoid and I can't react
because everything that is happening,
it's like the sun burning down on my back,
but I am not caving in.
It gets in me so easily,
but it won't ever get out.
It’s so contagious.
I am addicted to my mess.
This disease just bleeds,
and it feeds off of my greatness.
I could lose my head.
Sick to our stomachs,
We could lose everything,
but I am not caving in.
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