Breaking Me.

Every time their eyes meet
The anger burns inside of me
Riles me up; set for explosion
Always turns into implosion

I am crumbling inside
Looking to suicide
My best friend, he stole my bride
I have nowhere to hide

Where most would destroy someone else
I always destroy myself

I am crumbling inside
Looking to suicide
My best friend, he stole my bride
I have nowhere left to hide

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