It's just like me to tear out my own heart while it's still beating.
I try to sew these halves back together, but this thread is made of you.
And you keep tearing me apart, so I've got this heart in my hands without a pulse. dm.
You're flying this plane.
Don't let us crash.
I'm walking on the wings and I'm working without a net.
Throw me out the emergency door.
But at least give me a parachute and soft place to land.
Thanks for salting the knife wound in my back.
It turns out the blade severed some major arteries.
I'm bleeding out.
Put pressure on my wound.
You're the only one that can save me.
"So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets."
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