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.