I am barely breathing, but
how could you see?
for who are you to sit and speculate

What noise could be made
not just this, I'm sure
who is more serious?

The questions creep,
am I too close for comfort?

I know what you're doing
I see it so clearly now
You really had me there,
believing.

There is no air left for me
Not with you standing there,
but for you,
it's the price I'll pay.
What is this now?

I only feel the pain.