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Texty: Bury Tomorrow. Confessions.

Breathe! Oh God breathe Breathe!!
Oh god please breathe
I hate everything about you
but it seems I have to clean up all the damage you do
so I just sit and wait
It's just a cut at the throat
Four months I've had to swallow my pride
you don't know how much that killed me inside
and I'm waiting for a sign,
to show you that,
that this is my crime
and I know why,
I know why I can't
Confess to this,
Show you what I am
I said I'd find you
I fucking did
I'll shred the integrity you have left
I'm so sick of you, it's just a cut at the throat, a cut at the throat
we'll see who's laughing now
and I want you to know that this is a time for me to show
I just want you to know,
that I just need those words, to go
waiting alone for a sign
to show you that, that this is my crime
and I know why, and I know why I care
Lets do this, show you what I am
we're set to sail to the sky
we won't be seeing the light anymore
I't's the price I've paid too much,
It's over, what have I done
what have I fucking done
bodies will fall, bodies will fall it's the price they pay! [x2]
It's the price they pay [x2]