To belive in u is to throw myself in to the ocean with my life jacket half filled with air.
Rigth there in the middle of the ocean i have to fill it out with what little my lungs have.
I dont want to sink.
Why do u have to put me threw a posible death?
Why i have to keep a float?
When love is never about low blows?
The salty water is startin to get in to my skin,
as well as ur lies
ur miss constructed “truth”
that u put together to rhyme
ripped this love apart..
..was accumulatin to dispise
u and ur common ways
ur daily forms that shattered
this unheardof love
thats what they did
my death its the result.
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