We're going down for sure

I walk the alleys in the dark.

I leave the door unlocked.

I'm running all the red lights.

Say something funny, say something sweet.
But don't say that you love me.

Cause I'm still breathing.
But we've been dead for a while.

This sickness has no cure.
We've been diagnosed.
Already lost a grip.

Lets close this chapter. Say a last parayer.
But don't say that you love me.

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