Smoke
Breathing in, breathing out.
Breathing in, breathing out.
One thing is wrong with this,
because its not air.
Breathing in smoke, breathing
out smoke.
Having the time of your life,
while on the other side your
lover is bleeding.
With every breath in, every
blow out, it's like your taking
her fragile heart and throwing it
against a concrete floor.
The thing is, you don't even
care.
You only do what makes you
happy, you don't think about
how it effects other people.
Oh it's just an act he says, she
just wants me to stop, it
doesn't hurt her that much, he
says.
But what he doesn't know,
while he's having fun, she's
bleeding, she's dying, she's
crying.
What he does know, he's got
her so far fallen for him, she
can't get out of his trap, he can
do and say anything, and know
shell come running back.
What he needs to know, he's
hurting her more than he
thinks, he's the reason she
bleeds, he's the reason she
cries
What he needs to do, he needs
to let her go and stop dragging
her along
Her little heart can't take the
pain,
Breathe in, breathe out.
Something's wrong with the
picture. Cuz there's smoke in it,
not loving air.
She is so far broken, her heart
is like glass thrown against
concrete floor, tell me how you
fix that, you can't. He pushed
her so far, so deep. Now all
that's left is a body with a
face..
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Sierra Biersack
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