Deep six de On Broken Wings

I hate the was you're looking at me lately
it makes me want to choke that smile off your face
i don't say this often but tonight i think i might
this time i'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas
i'm not sure if i'm sinking or if you're sinking me
i can't even swallow, my heart feels so swollen
i'd love to show you what i meant by
i'd like to see you dead
you can't sperate my eyes
i don't say this often but tonight i think i might
if you could make this last
i would take the world from you
as if a wasted past could ever totally consume me
maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your raspirating
god i hope the saying true
and he broke the mold when he made you