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letra de leech - city of the weak

[verse 1:]
this wronged boy’s holding weapons now
his morbid status and not so quick affliction
time has passed to find what you represent
a fostered soul lost to the flesh, it’s a sad story but you

[chorus:]
say ‘don’t know how you got this way, i only care that you’re here to stay’
whatchya gonna do when everybody’s through?
whatchya gonna do when she f-cks him too?
i get it’s intriguing, but gather your feelings
we’ll be what you need

[verse 2:]
she’s using you, you’re using her
we all know it and can’t wait till you blow it
clinging so tightly, it’s sad how you’ve been
but you’ll always give up and you’ll always give in
lie to yourself, and everyone else
can’t you see you make the saddest excuses
for the way that she says when she touches your skin
‘you’re the love of my life with a devilish grin’
feeding on your innocence, breeding on your selfishness
you wanted, you wanted, but now you’re the one fighting, it’s homicide
what’d he ever do now there’s a knife to his chest and his breathing is shaky and his heart rate is pounding but
“stop, wait! oh no!” you exclaim
“it’s not what it seems like” but after it’s all done
listen to the sound of the dripping blood from his shattered heart and will you still
[chorus:]
say ‘don’t know how you got this way, i only care that you’re here to stay’
whatchya gonna do when everybody’s through?
whatchya gonna do when she f-cks him too?
i get it’s intriguing, but gather your feelings
we’ll be what you need

[bridge:]
walking a tightrope to maintain the tension
the awkward silence all leading to this
but waking every day to the sight of your ugly face is something i’ll never miss

walking a tightrope to maintain the tension
the awkward silence all leading to this
but waking every day to the sight of your ugly face is something i’ll never miss

waking every day alone feels so good, it’s something i’ll never change

- city of the weak

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