Drowning In my Thoughts (incomplete)

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      I reached out to your strong arms,
      Hugged you with thorns that're warm,
      Your perfume was made out
      From the poison roses that you've cut.

      Slowly suffocating me
      With your charming glowing lies,
      Killing me as I inhale
      all your fake love.

     I see the clock showing that its time,
     To let go and say goodbye.
     All I did was loving you,
     But you were just secretly killing me.