You're everything to me, I mean that more and more each time I breathe it out.
And I'm unfolding from my skin, each time she fills your lungs.
The hopes I held onto with concrete fists, were never enough to keep you here.
So why do I try so hard to paint you in shades of grey, when I know you could care less?
I want to tear apart my skull so you can take the pieces, so you'd keep the parts of me that'd last forever.
The gears inside me stopped turning and my skin's been getting cold.
I took a knife to see my insides but I couldn't reach the bone.