This is toxic,
What we have here.
Both our heart keep on breaking,
Yet we stay together out of fear.
Aren’t you sick of the constant aching?
Our arguments leave me shaking,
Our love used to be breathtaking.
This is toxic.
My eyes can only produce now, but a single tear.
I keep giving way more than you’re taking.
Maybe it’s time for me to disappear.
A fool out of me is what you’re making.
This is toxic.
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