Lost

I'll be damned if i do it, Damned if i don't I'll be lost if i love him, Lost if i won't And, I can't muster up the courage To say it's best that i leave I can't muster up much of anything When i'm feeling you breath My human heart won't mend itself When my own two hands are ripping out the seams Oh, it seems I'm my own worst enemy, oh oh I'm doing it to myself I'll be hurt if i leave him, But turn cold if i don't He's the sweet of a Morning kiss, But there's a poison it holds Sticking thorns into my spine, But i won't let go Sticking thorns into my sight, But i'll keep my eyes closed My human heart, won't mend itself When my own two hands are ripping out the seams Oh, it seems I'm my own worst enemy, oh I'm doing it to myself Ohh oh oh I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it With my own heart I won't let it mend I use my own two hands, i rip up all of the seams Oh, it seems I'm my own worst enemy, oh I'm doing it to myself, Oh ohh I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it To myself

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