would you stay or would you rather leave

its getting tough now wont you say now

everyday

would you stay or would you rather heave

youre getting sicker im not better

i cant say

its just one chance to breathe

i cant run i cant breath

and im not one to cause a scene

but theyre so loud

my fingers are shredded you talk like i get it

im not gonna cry for the things that i yearn for

the things that i thirst for i know i wont get it

i talk like i want more when im so pathetic

and everything hurts more

and everythings sore