I'm afraid that I'm coming apart with each days passing
I lost the air holding your hand burning up time breathing
My wrists so saddened by dull razorblades
And how brave I was staring into the sun wishing my heart was that strong
So don't say that its all gone because there are many days I swore I lost
My wrists so saddened by dull razorblades
You'll pull through this
I wake, I try, with paper wings I fly
And I am clenching faith again, falling to my knees again
And for the first time in my life, I thought that maybe I'd be right
I'm afraid I am coming apart with each days passing
Punching holes in the clouds,
words gave way when whispers shatter the air
Sweing words together, to make them all fit right