runs on

you are heart of my heart
(but my heart now is dangerous)
you are bones of my hands
(but my bones are a trap)
you are blood in my veins
(but my blood now is traitorous)
you are breath in my lungs
(but my lungs may collapse)

and the guilt
and the guilt
and the guilt runs on
am i stealing your life?
am i stealing its son?
and the guilt runs on
and the guilt runs on

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