Throw Away

And now you're part of me And the silence is sickening And it's so hard to breathe And my eyes won't focus Higher than we ever thought we'd be, We'll come down eventually You think something's, wrong with me Throw it all away. You look so good on me But the sores are opening It's so damn hard to leave And my mind won't change Higher than we ever thought we'd be, We'll come down eventually You think something's, wrong with me Throw it all away. You pull the good away Inject it all in black Reach out and touch your face It's like some evil mask Higher than we ever thought we'd be, We'll come down eventually You think something's, wrong with me Throw it all away.

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