I try to inhale but all I breathe is you
Yet all I can think is who knew?
who knew that
the darkness could be so blinding to me
that even through the darkness night and brightest light
I would not see
the enemy that is staring down at me
but then awakes the quietness,the one real thing I've ever known
Yet then you hear a shattering,the breaking of my heart
I guess it's true all pretty things are meant to fall apart
