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Letras:The Gits. While You're Twisting, I'm Still Breathing.

I tear myself apart and throw it on the ground in front of you

(Can't hide that I'm a social wreck)

And though I sit within the wounds that one day could destroy me

Sometimes it's hard to find my friends



And as far as i can see it,

I ain't got nothin else

And with all that you've taken from me,

Well, go ahead and answer that yourself



This twisted world can sometimes seem like it's caving in around me

But I will not let it waste my mind

And though you're holding out on what lets me know where I stand

Sometimes it makes it worse to know I ever trusted you



And as far as I can see it,

Hell, I ain't got nothing else

And with all that you've taken from me,

Well, go ahead and answer that yourself



And as far as I can see it,

Hell, I ain't got nothing else

And with all that you've taken from me,

Well, go ahead and answer that yourself.



Don't, don't try it with me,

But don't, don't tell me lies

And then call it some kind of truth

Go ahead and walk me walk closer, escort me to the edge

Push me, push me I don't care

Cause I'll keep coming back

Slightly stronger, despite the worlds you've left and unbled and said



Well just keep your twisting, keep your twisting

But I'll keep breathing, I keep breathing