My chest is collapsing on my lungs, and I think I finally ran out of things to say.
I guess all I need to say is that I am grasping for something that isn't there.
Through your pain and suffering, I can create metaphors only to describe your successes.
I'm going to trip at the highest speed and you can hope that a bruise is all I'll get.
We've seen you through the thick but I guess as thin as this goes, you've given up, now I walk on this thin ice.
I hope you feel safe when you realize that you'll never have the guts to go where I'm going, this is goodbye.
Don't dip your feet in the water, we know its freezing and you can't stand the cold, it's too much heat for you.
You haven't been rendered breathless, nor have you any right to be cowardly, you're a person so you must give up easily
All I need now is the people that I do have, and the people that won't tread over this ice heavily.
The fewer the better, we know who'll pull through in my heart, and you're finally slipping away.
If I was to say I knew you didn't have the guts to cross the world with me I suppose I came out correct.
I wouldn't harm you only because I'm crawling for land, and all I see is you is crushing the ice underneath your feet.
If you want to see me struggle; then this is me struggling, so congratulations for your attempt; feel free to walk away.
Just pray you don't slip, I won't be there.
