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I hate the way you're looking at me lately; It makes me want to choke that smile off your face. I don't say this often but tonight I think I might. This time I'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas. I'm not sure if I'm sinking or if you're sinking me. I can't even swallow, my heart feels so swollen. I'd love to show you what I meant by: I'd like to see you dead.'' You can't separate my eyes. I don't say this often but tonight I think I might; If you could make this last I would take the world from you. As if a wasted past could ever totally consume me. Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your respirating. God I hope the sayings true And he broke the mold when he made you. From Letras Mania