You used to talk about how you wanted to believe Sometimes you let it out, sometimes you kept it all from me I never meant to get in the way
Every time I breathe I tow a fine line What's become of me? A sorry forced rhyme. I always wanted to show you how I only troubled you with my doubt
I don't stand to face the sun The leaves are in the gutter and the clouds are rolling in I won't lean on anyone I never learned to fake it so I never could fool you with the honest truth
Every time I breathe I tow a fine line What's become of me? A sorry forced rhyme. I always wanted to show you how I only troubled you with my doubt All The tragedy that could have been worse walking in my sleep until my feet hurt I always wanted to show you how I only troubled you with my doubt
I guess the means is always hard when the end is something that you'll never get this book could end a little different but it'll end with me.