Undone

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By bedazzled

Ice blocks my veins as my heart tries to kick and it all seems so clear that you're making me sick but I am in shackles, there's no way to run, I hope that you catch me, I'm coming undone. My lungs are punctured, I choke on this air and the one remedy is having you near but you are my Romeo and this Juliet's no sun, I hope that you fix me, I'm coming undone. My throat is inflamed, I'm unable to speak and it all seems so clear that you're making me weak but still I keep lying, the deceit weighs a ton, I hope that you save me, I'm coming undone. My eyes are burning, they see tints of blue, I've suscribed to the colour, just by loving you so I keep fabricating and I know you have won, I hope that you love me, I'm coming undone.

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