Breathe کے بول

Dig through what's left of me. Wrap my hands around fleeting memories. Drifting towards everything I'd hope to be, Towards what I've become, feel my grip slip away. Oh how they shine, every dream casts out a light That I've come to learn were only just burning out my eyes. I've failed to see the point of hope. I've failed to see the reasons why we all push on. With baited breath, we wait for salvation that'll never find us. And I'm too ashamed to let it show, I'd given up long ago. To the wind goes my faith, blown away with the passing leaves. I can feel the pressure rising, the longing for the end. Swallow hard, drift down into the emptiness.