Show me that you really understand.
Take my breath as you take my hand...

Your words suffocate me
Why won't they let me be...

Crumpled, Creased, Ripped.
This is my life on paper...

A far fetched hope
A silent cry...

How stricken the moon looks, growing in the sky
So quiet, so sad, so sick...

The wind passes through us,
As if our bodies where hollow trees...

-Instead of making me better, you're just making...
This makes me sick...