I can't breathe.
Perhaps you could thin this air so thick.
But how could I trust you to help me breathe...
... you're the who made me this sick!
And there I go again...
There I go blaming you again.
When really it's probably all my fault...
I stopped believing, you'd still play pretend.
And I don't know how much was a game.
And how much was choice.
I wanna talk, But I don't wanna talk.
But I'm sick of hearing my voice!
Or yours. Or mine!
Or our f*cking voices combined!
My wanting a solution seems putrid...
Love worth fixing exists my mind.
I don't know why I write this sh*t.
Somewhere that I hope you might read it.
The sooner I realize it never was real...
The sooner I'll believe I don't need it.
... Not Ever Again...