Two bruised teens sit on a bench
One can't breathe...
People think they know me
But there's more to what they see...
Time moves and things change
As they're supposed to...
I'm falling from grace
left here with my shame...
Certain songs remind me of you
Certian hours of the day...
Four AM and I can't breathe
Wind is blowing in the darkness...
How long before it hits?
Before it really sinks in...
I can feel it now,
Now more than ever...
I got the news yesterday,
Woke up to utter heartache...
There's a barrier I won't cross,
A guard I won't let fall...
There's certain things that remind me
Colours and places surround...
They keep mentioning you're name
But I'm trying to move on...