prod sickboi

girl, you cant sit there and leave
you struggle to speak, you're dead now under a tree 
no one remembers you, isn't that hard to believe? 
to believe

i fell in love with a dead girls body 
knife on my glove, to the thought of you sobbing
your silent screams, and the problems we're solving 
for you 
for you-ou-ou
x2

not how it has to be
girl, you have to breathe
but you're dead now, deceased 
what am i doing with myself? 
why did you wrestle with yourself? 
of course you're messing with my head 
and fell in love with someone else
has to be
girl you have to breathe 
but you're dead now, deceased

dead

chas3