How Do We Get There Today?

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I can't work, can't eat, can't sleep.
I can't think about anything else.
You make my eyes shake, my stomach ache.
But you've got nothing to take, because every smile of mine is fake.
So now the stitches across my lips are making it harder to say the worst words.
And it's cutting and it's scratching, babe its clawing at my throat.
I will die with this secret on my tongue but there's no way I'm telling you this.

I've got a pen and now I'm thinking about what you said:
"Write me a song."
I'm sorry if i can't write just like your favourite band,
But I do alright for someone you called heartless.
Every time you change your mind, I slowly die.
And I know I seem interested when you talk.
I'm just watching your lips move and thinking of what else they're good for.



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