Possession

I am drowning, you filled my lungs
With rotten thoughts of selfish
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And I can't seem to breathe through the lies

Gun held to my head,
I may be shaking
You're trigger happy
And I'm not scared

Noose resting impatiently against me neck,
Feet perched on a carved cinder block,
You kick - and there's no way for breath to leave me
If it wasn't mine to begin with.