Breathing is getting harder...slowin down, slowin down...
Have you came to look at the main attraction?
Cuz I'm here living for everyone, so what is that you want me to be?
I can't take it no more, feel like bustin out of this hell
In this fantasy that has somehow became reality
is this real or fake, it's become so hard to tell...
It feels as if the air is being pulled right out of my lungs,
it seems that your actions and words or more deadly than a shooting gun...
Doing this is killing me more than anything else, let me out...
before I forget...before I forget how to live.
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