I've broken my pencil
I've broken my pen
I need to relax
Count down from ten

Since when have I been breathing?
Is this something thats new?
I only remember gasping
When I see a picture of you

I've finally found the strength
To open up my eyes
Now I need the rest
To put on the disguise

I remember what to write
I finished counting from ten
But there is no light
And I'm in need of a pen

I guess this is the end
Hold my breath & count to ten
Forgive me, for I lied again
Lump in my throat
And noose around my head

Was searching for a place to sit
Turns out loneliness is the perfect fit