Counting the cracks in the wall
Can't stop counting them all.
The numbers get bigger in my head.
Getting ready for my death bed.
I told you not to fall in love with me.
But you never listened, you could have let me be.
My bleeding heart..
Is tearing apart...
It Is what it is..
Make a wish..
I don't even know how I got here alive.
But you know me, I always survive.
Dragging you down this dark path of apprehension.
Sooner or later you'll feel the tension.
All the things that hurt me, hurt you to.
It is what it is...
Make a wish...
©terrylin53
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