I'm breathing in your skin tonight, quiet is my loudest cry;
wouldn't want to wake the eyes, that make me melt inside.
And if it's healthier to leave you be, may a sickness come and set me free;
kill me while i still believed that you were meant for me.

I’m finding my own words, my own little stage. My own epic drama, my own scripted page
I'll send you the rough draft, and seal it with tears, maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear.
From the start it was shaky and the characters rash,
A nice setting for heart ache where emotions come last
All I have deep inside, to overcome this desire, of friendly intentions and fair-weather smiles.