I hate the way you're looking at me lately;
It makes me want to choke that smile off your face.
I don't say this often but tonight I think I might.
This time I'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas.
I'm not sure if I'm sinking or if you're sinking me.
I can't even swallow, my heart feels so swollen.
I'd love to show you what I meant by:
I'd like to see you dead.''
You can't separate my eyes.
I don't say this often but tonight I think I might;
If you could make this last
I would take the world from you.
As if a wasted past could ever totally consume me.
Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your respirating.
God I hope the sayings true
And he broke the mold when he made you.
On Broken Wings - Deep Six Lyrics
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I hate the way you're looking at me lately;
It makes me want to choke that smile off your face.
I don't say this often but tonight I think I might.
This time I'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas.
I'm not sure if I'm sinking or if you're sinking me.
I can't even swallow, my heart feels so swollen.
I'd love to show you what I meant by:
I'd like to see you dead.''
You can't separate my eyes.
I don't say this often but tonight I think I might;
If you could make this last
I would take the world from you.
As if a wasted past could ever totally consume me.
Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your respirating.
God I hope the sayings true
And he broke the mold when he made you.
It makes me want to choke that smile off your face.
I don't say this often but tonight I think I might.
This time I'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas.
I'm not sure if I'm sinking or if you're sinking me.
I can't even swallow, my heart feels so swollen.
I'd love to show you what I meant by:
I'd like to see you dead.''
You can't separate my eyes.
I don't say this often but tonight I think I might;
If you could make this last
I would take the world from you.
As if a wasted past could ever totally consume me.
Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your respirating.
God I hope the sayings true
And he broke the mold when he made you.