Breathe

Breathe There's a feeling that needs to leave Deep inside there lays Some harsh and heavy weight Cause he's been coming and leaving He's been staying in her head Some untouchable, unreachable perfect kind of sad She tore her dress, trying for this one That she longed for and loved So much Friction So little Trust She's gonna leave 'em there to dust Breathe There's a feeling that needs to leave Crushing inside this young naive mind Cause she's admiring all different kinds of sin with this man she adored with whom she shared her love And cheers to her virtue And cheers to his luck To have tasted all the beauty there was She tore her dress, trying for this one That she longed for and loved So much Friction So little Trust She's gonna leave 'em there to dust She tore her dress, trying for this one that she longed for and loved So much Friction So little Trust She's gonna leave 'em there to dust She tore her dress, trying for this one that she longed for and loved So much Friction So little Trust She's gonna leave 'em there to dust