| I’ve been looking in the mirror for so long
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| That I’ve come to believe my souls on the other side
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| Oh the little pieces falling, shatter
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| Shards of me
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| To sharp to put back together
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| To small to matter
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| But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces
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| If I try to touch her
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| And I bleed
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| I bleed
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| And I breathe
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| I breathe no more
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| Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well
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| Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child
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| Lie to me
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| Convince me that I’ve been sick forever
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| And all of this
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| Will make sense when I get better
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| I know the difference
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| Between myself and my reflection
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| I just can’t help but to wonder
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| Which of us do you love
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| So I bleed
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| I bleed
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| And I breathe
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| I breathe now…
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| Bleed
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| I bleed
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| And I breathe
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| I breathe,
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| I breathe
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| I breathe no more |