You have someone good.. don't let him go to waste
We all know now.. about the life you so clearly...

The razor so feeble within my palm
I clasp my hand so tightly... what no harm...

I'll tell you a story... one misunderstood
Of a girl that was in trouble.. coping the best...

She is so cold now like a stranger in her home
Quiet as a mouse as she silently roams...

Why living is breathing
And I'm drowning in the Shadow of the moon...

Ok so this is new for me
A life so full and feeling free...

Don't you hate breathing
You can never stop...

I'm sitting here looking at the screen
Watching these words form.. with what I'm typing...