Almost - The Sick Bags

Echo Back To me

Hit me in the Face

Right beneath my nose

Before i loose my pace

Dying slowly

As we all do

Dying slowly inside

Right before you

With your breath

Still in my lungs

You go running

Head first in love

With your breath

Still in my lungs

You go running

Head first in love

Under appreciated

Almost disintegrated

Over achieving

Person of her kind

Sitting in the dark

Cry yourself to sleep

I’m so close to you

To hear what you think

With your breath

Still in my lungs

You go running

Head first in love

You can bite your lip

But it won’t change a thing

He will never love you

The way that you did