Almost by The Sick Bags Lyrics

Echo Back To me
Hit me in the Face
Right beneath my nose
Before i loose my pace

Dying slowly
As we all do
Dying slowly inside
Right before you

With your breath
Still in my lungs
You go running
Head first in love

With your breath
Still in my lungs
You go running
Head first in love

Under appreciated
Almost disintegrated
Over achieving
Person of her kind
Sitting in the dark
Cry yourself to sleep
I’m so close to you
To hear what you think

With your breath
Still in my lungs
You go running
Head first in love

You can bite your lip
But it won’t change a thing
He will never love you
The way that you did