Second Best (In Dying Arms)

I refuse to be second best I've been picking these bullets out my chest I can't die I can't die But you suck the life out of me Fuck you I can't breathe with your guilt wrapped around my neck I can't breathe with your guilt wrapped around my neck You lie so elegant as the dress falls from your waist Your lips touch my fingertips Can I get a taste? Your dress hits the floor This is me asking for more Clinching my fist I'm holding back but I can't resist You say that I'm the one? You've been added to the list Choke on me As your dress hits the floor This is me asking for more I refuse to be second best I refuse to be second best