what to do with out you
I'm wearing thin wearing out becoming weak
Holding hands with this rouge she's my self-destructive
Bleeding disease the things that makes it hard to breathe
But if I shoved you far away
This addict just starved again asphyxiated
Holding hands with this rouge she's my self-destructive
Bleeding disease the things that makes it hard to breathe
But if I shoved you far away
This addict just starved again asphyxiated
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