breathing heavy
barking dogs

blood dripping down my face
running for my life

looking behind
theyre still there

hearing a car horn
everything goes black

its 3 in the morning
pills in my hand

its 3 in the morning
im crying my mind

its 3 in the morning
im laying down

its 3 in the morning
im not breathing

holding my grace
i run the race

my thirst cannot be versed
therefore i am diverse

a breath of fresh air
now im stuck in a snare

a cry for help escapes
a sigh for every breath i take

every drop of blood
flows into a flood

i open my eyes
everything burns

i close my eyes
i tend to learn

i open my heart
everything crumbles

i close my heart
i tend to mumble

no matter what i do
i feel like i hurt more than i heal
i couldnt save someones life
i have to live knowing that i couldve done something
everyone says im a good person maybe thats what they see
but what i see?
i see someone who cant do anything aside from hurting others
maybe thats who i am at heart
but is that who i want to be?
no, i want to be someone who can help others live and do better than what they could before
but i cant really do that if im not doing anything

Each breath I take, the more my heart beats
Anything you say is music to my ears
The more I stare into your eyes, the more I get lost
Your touch makes my nerves go crazy
The taste of your lips makes me feel at ease

Each breath I take, the more my heart tightens
Anything you say makes my ears bleed
The more I stare into your eyes, the more blind I become
Your touch makes my scars hurt
The taste of your lips makes me uneasy

Each breath I take, I get closer to death
Anything I say can not make up my feelings for you
The more I stare into my heart, the more it makes sense
Your touch is not an antidote to my numbness, but it is poison
The taste of the rich, ironed, blood flowing down my lips is nothing but a sign