Sometimes i think if i hold my breath for long enough...
you'll start breathing for me...
sometimes i feel that if i slit my wrists...
your blood would replace mine...
sometimes i wonder if you could swallow my tears...
if you'd ever need to drink again...
sometimes i reach into my dreams...
and try to pull you out of them, so you'd really be with me, not just an illusion...
and sometimes I'm who i want to be...
happy without you...
and sometimes i don't cry because you're gone...
i smile because u didn't destroy me when you bulldozed our relationship...
and sometimes i know, with all my heart that I'm better then you...
although i felt better with you...
