LYRIC

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Weak-willed ’til illness overtakes. It makes life easier to let go of, and love, and love, and love won’t be enough to keep me still. Weak-willed, waiting for the kill.

Goodbye to my aching chest, to the lump in my throat, to love I’ll never know.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Know, know, know, know, know, know, know, no.

Weak-willed, full of purposeful pills. They make it easier to live while cuffed to love, to dreams of love, captor of my hope. Weak-willed, I climb into oblivion’s arms.

Goodbye to my aching chest, to the lump in my throat, to love I’ll never know.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Know, know, know, know, know.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Know, know, know, know, know, know, know, no.

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  1. Cameron

    February 22, 2021 at 7:40 am

    Sometimes people have to look back; Not to forget where it came from.

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