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Lirieke: Tickle Me Pink. Madeline. I Can't Breathe.

You

That look in your eyes is filled with such hate
As if it's my fault for the choices you've made
I'll stand away, I'm staying away

You tell yourself lies, they tear me apart
You hate yourself, so you break my heart
What's there to say? What's there to say?
No way

I can't breathe, your demands are crushing me
I'm trapped inside your warm sense of reality
I'd go inside but then you'd get the rest of me
That can never be

I'll admit you had me believing you'd changed
But you're still a leech sucking blood from my veins
I swear I'm done, I'm sure you had your fun

Painful pleasures kept me believing
Tell me why can't you see that your ego is bleeding?
What's there to say? What's there to say?
No way

I can't breathe, your demands are crushing me
I'm trapped inside your warm sense of reality
I'd go inside but then you'd get the rest of me
That can never be

You won't get the best of me
You won't get the best of me
You won't get the best of me, that will never be
You won't get the best, that will never be

You won't get the best, you won't get the best of me
You won't get the best, you won't get the best

I can't breathe, your demands are crushing me
I'm trapped inside your warm sense of reality
I'd go inside but then you'd get the rest of me
That can never be

You won't get the rest of me, can't get the rest of me
You won't get the rest of me

Tickle Me Pink