Lyrics
Conversation slow
Apprehensive slum of holding back desires
I’m getting kind of tired
Of listening to you
I hope you notice
Don’t want to show you this
How I hold on to you, It’s all the same
But I don’t know how you, go through the pain
What’s going through your head?
You swear that you need him
Your arm is being torn out
He’s lying to your face now
He swears that he loves you
But does he really, its funny how said
How everyone knows the truth, except for you
There’s no one left but me, the last one standing
I’ll patiently, go through this routine
Of listening, to all these things
Your crying eyes, I look into
The blood runs down, out from your mouth
Cause he hit you, I dare him to
Do it again, cause I’ll kill him
Everything he says, and everything he does
Always coming back to us
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