BREATHING ISN'T EASY

Here I sit discontent about my life and where it's been. Nothing to motivate me, stuck in a rut with no room to breath. My someday life, isn't reflected through me.

Where the hell is my savior? There's no one here to calm my strife. Where the hell is my savior? I need you here in my life. Where the hell is my savior? My beautiful angel where are you now?

If I awake tomorrow morning with hope I'll be lucky. If I make it through the night I'll search for you! If I make it through the night I'll still have no life, and if I make it through the night I still won't feel right.

Yes it's true that I control my life, and if this is selfish I'll justify. I just want someone to call my own. My heart feels empty and it hurts to be alone....

Feeling sorry for myself doesn't seem right. But when my heart aches I can't help but cry. The day we meet couldn't be to soon and until that day I'll search for you.

Breathing isn't easy. (4 x's) When my only savior is me.