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Tear your way right through my flesh All the blood that's rushed to my head I should have concentrated less Oh it's all good, gone and bled Pooling at my feet. The pounding in my chest And you were always the king of the last minute No, don't move cause you'll keep sinking more Into your own bullshit I know, I know, I know The weight of your word is easy to throw I know, I know, I know Blue in the face. Not letting go (Let me out now. Let it all go.) Holes in your stories again And I've been impatient at best It's the past in present tense Or a white lie in red hands And so casually composed, my brain is broken Tear your way right through my flesh All the blood that's rushed to my head From Letras Mania