Blessed is my breathing.

It's hard to breathe with my lungs out of my chest.
It's hard to believe that this is called blessed.

I can't stand still or manage to sit.
This cant be the mend to this deffinate slit.

The love for you is the love for me.
Needless to say it set him free.

Deprived and believing she came too.
Now that hes gone there isnt much left to do.