I feel your hands at my throat
But I love it when you let me breathe
You cover up my eyes
But it's amazing when you let me see
And I know I shouldn't stay
But if I go will I recuperate
And your grip on me is loosening
But I heard what you didDon't think that I don't know
You're just filling me with smoke
But I love it anyway
Just sit and watch me choke
And keep playing your games
Oh you make me feel so strange
So fill me up with smoke
And go ahead and watch me burnPlease stay
These chemicals are swirling around
They're lifting me up
You're tearing me down
You're a miracle
You came from the ground
You're hell sent
A demon with a heart
A spirit with essence
Now I think you're leaving me
Someone called the exorcist
Oh pleaseDon't think that I don't know
You're just filling me with smoke
But I love it anyway
Just sit and watch me choke
And keep playing your games
Oh you make me feel so strange
So fill me up with smoke
Go ahead and watch me burn
I know you love it when I choke
So make your grip tighter
And watch me burnJust watch me
Please watch me
Feel the flames and heat
I still feel you in my soul
And I wish you'd never went
You're my miracle but you're hell sent

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Metanoia
PoésieMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.