Lyrics Breathe - September Stories

Breathe

And what would say
if I told you those words that you reiterate
could hold the meaning they retained yesterday
To acknowledge the thought of a miracle
To embrace the idea of a second chance
I’d give the possibility of one hundred days gone for one spent here
To feel that word pressed against my mind uttering some sort of grieving release
Speaking that string of hollow words
holding no sensical meaning but what you take
And it kills me to think of what exists
If my prayers transcend the ceiling or are lost within its depth
If what I’ve spent my last ten years believe was put to misuse
And that my faith was misconstrued
That my faith was just my words reverberating back to me
That my faith was just all I needed it to be
To give me hope that things can change
And that this place that I found myself in…
Won’t be the walls that surround me forever.
But I’m realizing that I don’t know the people around me
I can’t recognize a face that I’ve seen for the past ten years
But looking at the ingenuity of its design is all I need to hold my sanity
Beauty lost beneath the borders of hatred
Perfect people in a flawless society made tarnished by the inability to breath
civillity
The significance of our morals drowned out by our overbearing individuality
And undermined talent lost when our minds shift from others to our own selfish
conclusions
And you know that I’ve never had a way with words or even knew which ones you
wanted to hear
I’ve let my faulty define me
I let them control who I wanted to be
But things have grown different here
You’re not the same person that I have once trusted
You’re not the same person that you used to be
I can’t feel your heart beating
And was it what you wanted
I thought that it would be
How was life living without me?
Lungs break and hearts constrict the artificial joy that flows freely to your
head
Containing the life that’s fleed unconscious minds and escaped the depths of
its sanctity
All holy and not to be judged based upon a life lived and not upon how they
were born
To be judged based upon a life lived and not upon a situational analysis of
morality
I don’t know what’s in store for tomorrow
Or if that day will even come
But I know that I’ve got today
And I know that I’ve got this life
I can’t feel your heart beating
And was it what you wanted
I thought that it would be
How was life living without me?