It would be so easy,
So simple,
No one would notice,
Until it was too late,
So what's stopping me...

How can I breathe without any lungs,
How can I sing without a voice,
How can I walk with broken legs,
How can I see with blinded eyes,
How can I scream without any sound,
How can I write without any words,
How can I live without any life,
How can I love with these shattered pieces?

Because that's what it's like, loving you.

It's funny how the one person I want to talk to,
Is the one person I can't talk to.