As each day passes it becomes harder to eat, harder to sleep, harder to breathe.
all my body is capable of is this gut wrenching, chest crushing hurt that brings me too my knees.
I can feel depression drowning me in its insensate, destructive grip
As I lye here staring at these unforgiving lights waiting to hear the sound of you coming down the hall, I can feel my faith an grasp on life quickly beginning to slip.
I take this time to try & count life's blessings an keep myself afloat
But the harder I try the more I can feel deaths grip tighten around my throat.
Some days my burdens become too heavy & I yearn to feel that cold steel against my skin.
To shake me or wake me or simply make me feel again. This constant battle consumes me & I wonder if ill ever win.
I'm down on my knees & begging, for someone to save me from this cold heart now made of stone.
I know that I am strong enough to keep on holding on but I know Ill never be capable of winning this battle alone.
I hate myself & blame myself, for being at fault is all I've ever known
So I'm screaming out the only unfortunate way that I know how
Baby your are the only one who can save me before I take my final bow.
