Texty: A Perfect Circle. Choke.

Writing in love you swear
what you feel is real
Bending your every illusion
You fake it all too well
Numbing the mind rest inside
that hate left unspoken
Tasting the truth it's shy
afraid to be broken

And it's humbling
This pain you feel inside
And it's stuttering
These words that I must try

Seeing the unheard you know
that it cannot heal
Breaking the bonds you swear
that you swear to feel
Can you awake from sleep downed
you allow me to steal
Gagging on selfish hide
when you crawl to kneel

And it's humbling
This pain you feel inside
And it's stuttering
These words that I must try

And I'm choking on love
I made you feel