Every winding road
Leads me back to you
And when our eyes meet
I feel a crash of overwhelming guilt
It gets hard for me to feel, even harder to breathe
For theres a tumer within my throat
The doctors say its seeping with something called
g.u.I.l.t
The doctors cant fix me
Niether can the knife
So I guess this will be the death of me
I guess this will end my life
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