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I read her old notes and i see it now: how she couldn't just cope, how it hurt her. Staring down a barrel, trying not to cry with her mother on the front line saying, "pull the trigger." but I can't sit, wait, and choke on hurried breath until. Promises are made and hanging broke as I dangle at the end of my wits and letting go. I was in the road a lovesick maniac until I fired off a round of my own into the black. but i can't sit, wait, and choke on hurried breath until. Get away from me. Trying to fill a hole the shape of her silhouette, I awoke naked and buried under last night's excess. I'm drunk again on Sunday afternoon hell bent on making devils what angels this morning blessed. but I can't sit, wait, and choke on hurried breath until. Get away from me. From Letras Mania