The Suffocate

The Suffocate, they call it love
But love is drawn from above
And has a purity strain
That leaves nobody in pain
Because love just doesn’t hurt
Though I’ve hurt for what its worth
And even though I’ve singed my skin
They would still have everything
Until I say, finally, Enough!
I’ll be the freedom I call Love
And break the bargain of fool to be
You’re not taking that from me
In the water and in the part
At least I still have a heart
That beats to its own rhythm now
Thank God, for all I do not allow
Not for any temptible dinner
I’m not gonna live my life a sinner
But learn from each one, repent
Someday I’ll be heaven sent

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