Lost
Lyrics Liza Anne

Written by: Liza Anne

Produced by: Zachary Dyke

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I'll be damned if I do it, damned if I don't
I'll be lost if I love him, lost if I won't
And I can't muster up the courage to say it's best that I leave
I can't muster up much of anything when I'm feeling you breathe

My human heart won't mend itself
When my own two hands are ripping out the seams
Oh, it seems I'm my own worst enemy, oh
I'm doing it to myself

I'll be hurt if I leave him, but turn cold if I don't
He's the sweet of a morning kiss, but there's a poison it holds
Sticking thorns into my spine but I won't let go
Sticking thorns into my sight, but I'll keep my eyes closed

My human heart won't mend itself
When my own two hands are ripping out the seams
Oh, it seems I'm my own worst enemy, oh
I'm doing it to myself, oh

I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it

With my own heart I won't let it mend
Use my own two hands, I rip out all the seams
Oh, it seems I'm my own worst enemy, oh
I'm doing it to myself, oh

I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it
To myself

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