Faith, you’re driving me away
You do it everyday
You don’t mean it
But it hurts like hell

My brain says I’m recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung

We’re too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can’t you tell?

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