Whipped

your back’s turning, your head’s burning, for someone more to love. but glory days, can’t be replaced, shallowed out for her fake love. whatever you say, he’ll kill to breathe, every word she speaks, every move she makes, but i dont know what’s to appreciate when she co-creates the bond we have made. down to one last good friend who realizes glory days can’t be replaced by a girl like her. he’ll kill the breathe the air she bleeds.
he’ll kill to be the one she needs.