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I?m gonna choke when it really counts I?m gonna get kicked when I?m down I?ll give you so much satisfaction you?ll drown in it, in it I?m gonna trip

These four years were a suicide But you volunteered and kept it alive So you can't complain, no you can't complain No you can't complain, no you can'

I pace the floors this empty house Compare its content to myself The phone keeps ringing I know they could never help Sometimes it's worse to have the

Why does it hurt every time she leaves If it doesn't mean a thing I wont worry Something must be wrong cause it never leave If it doesn't mean a thing

Many are the hours I lie awake Trash the room in vain Try to waste the energy I never spend on you Lying on this bed, never touch, not right now If I

This is not your savior, or the answer to those prayers Don't believe anyone, ?take you there? They said the writing on the wall should read No one really

I?m gonna choke when it really counts I?m gonna get kicked when I?m down I?ll give you so much satisfaction you?ll drown in it, in it I?m gonna trip

This is the day that I must let you go. I would never go away, But waiting here, It just hurts me so. I believe you would have wanted more, And I understand

When we reached the car, we found it wasn't there. She asked to hold my hand, and I said I didn't care. Although it made her angry, That was the day