tryna breathe,
i’m trying to see
if i could breathe
without empathy

there’s nothing to want
but so much to need
my deathbed has lost its symmetry

i can’t walk away,
too many reasons to stay
but i let so many go anyways
and i didn’t hold their hand on the way
burn that into another day
i wish you the best,
but just go away

can somebody explain to me,
how the word “empty” is not empty,
because that’s all i am

i’m still alive
but still i try just one more time
more than you know,
how could i tell you
that its all a show,
when you already know
that i’m all alone

i’m not working just fine
i swear i come back everytime
place my soul on a line
my stars can no longer shine
so i’ll take back what was mine

the ocean didn’t calm me,
the waves meant nothing to me
it meant nothing
i meant nothing

in relation to my habits,
regarding me as a whole;
i was never any good,
just a nuisance to all

utterly forgettable,
my confidence is confined
i don’t want to bleed, but its easy to see
how satisfying it would be
to let me go,
face myself,
to find out where the darkness grows

to have a story to tell

to rid of that raised hell

and now i’m here to remind you,
that i’m not broken,
just a little cracked

i thought i could fix this,
thought i could shake it off
i thought i was able,
thought i was strong

i’m a burnt out phase
coiled around the heat
of my old way

now let’s see
if i could see
if i could breathe
without empathy

because there are ghosts on my wrists

ghosts on my wrist
and i can’t
get rid
of them