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Still I Breathe (Part 2)

Take a look to the sky
    before you die
it's the last time you will.
I'm your source of self destruction,
dedicated to how I'm killing you,
Hell is worth all that,
natural habitat.
She wanted the world
        so I strung her guts up
in the rafters.It's like a dream
I won't wake up from.
I won't be sleeping tonight. 

Don't come around here no more
        words can't bring me down,
                your delirious
       no matter what you say.

It aches in every bone,
I die alone,
but not for you.
Tell me how does it feel.
I'm smelling like a rose
that someone gave me
because I'm dead and bloated.
You look at me
but you don't see,
understand
      I'm a sinner.
This is my life,
the healing hand
held back by the deepened nail.

Don't come around here no more
        words can't bring me down,
                your delirious
       no matter what you say.

Your pathetic in your own way.
I'm doin' the best I ever did,
I'm doin' the best that I can,
now go away.
Gettin' back,
get back on track,
get off my back.
I pick myself off the floor
and now I'm done with you,
          Always.
In this moment 
  I am sinking
     in this silence.
         In this silence,
I believe.

I'm here 
to turn up the volume
and I'm going to enjoy
making you enjoy it.

(Still I Breathe [part 1 and 2] is mostly a compilation of lines from many songs 
with a little of myself thrown in)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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