When I hold my breath, your lungs collapse 

In a dream perhaps on one of those days 

When I hold my tongue it all comes back in a hated way 

If I said the words, I could sleep now, are these the words? 

Her magistrate will concentrate in attempts to show no signs of hate 

When I hold my breath, your lungs collapse 

In a dream perhaps on one of those days 

When I hold my tongue it all comes back in a hated way 

If I said the words, could I sleep now, didn't I say the words? 

Her magistrate will concentrate in attempts to show no signs of hate