And if it's killing you, alright
Love it, let it, don't you fight
But will it kill you quicker
if I walk away tonight?
I know the places that you've been
And all that secret, silent sin
But I can't take away the pain
if you won't let me in.
I see it pull you under and
I only want to understand
I'll watch the clock and count the tick-tick
ticking of the second hand.
And if it's killing you, okay
It's far too late to walk away
But you're killing yourself, my love
and it's a bit cliché.
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