Isaac Collins (isaaaaac) wrote, @ 2004-04-06 19:41:00

Hold Your Breath
Don't tell me words aren't a game
They're either hit or miss
Use them up or waste them away
I don't know what to say

I'll give up what's making me sick
If you can take a hint
Cheap thrills and a sudden loss for words
Make me think of her

Live up to the words that I shared
But don't pretend to care
Think fast and die all alone
Try not to breathe the air

Friends make the worst enemies
But it's fun in the end
Sick of feeling like you fit in
Just let them win

I'll give you up, I'll burn you out
I'll find out soon what you are all about
So breathe in deep and think of me
These broken glasses make it hard to see
These cement caskets that buried your faith
Are getting harder than your heart
These happy faces have lined the streets
Asking questions about defeat
The sound of silence, to break the ice
Gave us something to talk about

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