The Broken Words Of The Sick And Obsessed

by FlowerThatDied   Jan 27, 2010


How can I breathe when the air's so clogged with you,
How can I move when everything reminds me of you,
Every word, every blink, every touch,
It makes my weak heart flush,
Theres nothing I can do,
In some sick way,
All I want is you.

When do I start to turn away from you,
When will my chest stop this constant ache from you,
Baby its every letter, every place you've been,
It makes me tear at every seam,
There's nothing I can do,
In some sick way,
All I want is you.

Where do I move when the moves for you,
Where do I look to avert you,
It's every laugh, every blush, every smile,
Promising myself I'll only think of you for a while,
There's nothing I can do,
In some sick way,
All I want is you,

Will you hold me if I turn to you,
No, I know better though I will always want you,
God, it's in every prayer, every text, every song,
The nights are cold and the days are long,
There's nothing I can do,
In some sick way,
All I want is you.
All I want is you.

Dig in my sides,
Call me those names,
In the end in the darkness,
I will hold my shames,
I deny myself everything I crave,
And in your memory I will cave,
I'll hide beneath your disipating skin,
And give in to the voice of sin,
Because in the end, there's nothing I can do,
In some sick way,
All I want is you.

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