The Devil Wears Prada - R.I.T. #PHC | Текст песни

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Turn your back now: lose yourself in hesitation. Dancing, always dancing, and
staring at the floor. The sun came out just long enough to go down. She shows
the symptoms of being my suicide. I'm holding you to blame for this. I won't
stop selling myself short. The broken windows: all of the glass. Knife in my
hand: the questions I've aske. I dream about her more nights than not. I can't
drown this away. With every single move that you make, you come closer to
breaking me. With every single breath that I take, you push further from helping
me (but you can't). I'm pulling the weight again. With every single move that
you make, I come closer to ending me. I blame myself, and it's not the first time.
You see me for what I am: damaged. Turn your back now: I will bask in the
blackness of my darkest days. With every single move that you make, you come
closer to breaking me. With every single breath that I take, you push further
from helping me (but you can't.) I'm pulling the weight again. With every single
move that you make, I come closer to ending me. Self-loathing me.

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