I'm giving back my lungs, I dont need them they'll be useless in time. And I'm giving back my heart it's empy and hardened from the trials of life. I'm worried sick I'll have the chance to be something only to watch myself fall again. And I'm ashamed of who I've become, beaten and frayed from nothing at all. I shake hands with the ghost of who I was, not missing a beat but missing the love. I tore off the silver lining, I closed the shades on my only ray of hope and when luck came though to find me, it simply told me that I'll be facing this alone...
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