Ninety Pound Wuss

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Heart ripped indecision, my pain Death, breaking, decaying Twisting my inside while trying Enduring cause failing Hope fleeting diminished Lost cound last track One time noose folding My rope is breaking Mind shifting thoughts I can not see Speak softly, listening Walking on broken glass Someone catch me My life you took from And molded me You've broken me What's use in no use? It's my use tie this noose tighter Whisper Speak louder, much louder now Screaming Intoxicate me Falling Remembering my own words Stolen Never to be returned again Last time lost count From Letras Mania