every breath that comes is a sigh
i mean
when wrote it i thought it and then it dies
will a simple text my hope sinks lower than the floor
and i can't feel straight anymore
im scared out of my mind that this isn't returned
im worried silent that ill relive what I've learned
if i fall to the floor crying will you hear me?
but no, my instinct not to hurt you
by screaming at you that you have hurt me is my shackles
and i torture myself here as i listen to you and you are wordless
stuck, silent at the other end of the phone
while here i am thinking what if
what if she doesn't love me
i can't really breathe
im sorry for the pain this brings
forgive me