I'm Still Breathing ( short story)

I'm Still Breathing ( short story)

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Last published Tue, Oct 14, 2014

brokenhearted emotional katyperry song

I leave the gas on, walk the alleys in the dark Sleep with candles burning, I leave the door unlocked I'm weaving a rope and running all the red lights Did I get your attention? 'Cause I'm sending all the signs That the clock is ticking and I'll be giving my two weeks Pick your favorite shade of black you'd best prepare a speech Say something funny, say something sweet But don't say that you loved me I'm still breathing But we've been dead for a while This sickness has no cure, we're going down for sure Already lost our grip, best abandon ship, oh Maybe I was too pale, maybe I was too fat Maybe you had better, better luck in the sack No formal education, I swore way too much I swear you didn't care 'cause we were in love So as I write this letter and shed my last tear Know it's all for the better that we end this here Let's close this chapter, say one last prayer But don't say that you loved me I'm still breathing But we've been dead for awhile This sickness has no cure, we're going down for sure Oh we've been diagnosed, so let's give up the ghost 'Cause I'm still breathing But we've been dead for a while This sickness has no cure, we're going down for sure Already lost our grip, best abandon ship, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing Oh

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