World Ends.

"The pressure's on ... both hearts beat like a metronome."

So what do you (I) do?

Well, you fall back and retreat. Life is full of valleys and jungles and deserts and this is nothing but an opportunity for you to jump in your foxhole and escape from it all. At the nearest sign of someone coming close to you, you dig deeper. And dig. And dig. Escaping.

A day of silence is enough for me to give up.
A conversation of one or two worded responses is too.
A comment to someone else is plenty of reason to go over the edge.

There's a line in my body, that regulates my heart.
When it comes to you ... well, that line is skewed. You distort my life.

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