Witness Marks

I found out we're just as fragile as you.

Will I ever find out at all if I' m hanging on?

I'm just hanging on.

I can't seem to cope and I can' t seem to forget.

There' s a fear in my eyes, a smile that hides the rest.

So rearrange my head

because it's poisoning the rest and I don't know what to do

but I'm hanging on.

Am I hanging on?

I can't seem to cope and I can't seem to forget.

There's a fear in my eyes, a smile to hide the rest.

I found sinking back to past.

I'll ask myself, am I just prone to destruct?

I'll sink to the bottom.

These witness marks that we hold.

A hardened reminder that I can't seem to throw.

These witness marks that we hold.

They're etched as deep as I could go.

I'll take this all to my deepest low, with my hands so cold.

I can hardly see my way through the trees.

my focus falls away.

I cannot open my eyes.

I'll lay here silent.

On and on, just filling me with doubt.

Feeling frail and hopeless, I'll just take this alone.

But in time will I still need to hold this outline to keep me closed?

Is it me at all?

Is this a price that I care to hold?

After all, it's impossible.

A feeling so hopeless, I'm cold and I'm tired, take it all.

After all, it's impossible.

A frozen thought that proves that I'm lost, take it all.

I can't breathe, it's pulling me off my feet.

Though I'm alive I've forgotten how it feels to be alright.

I can't breathe, it's pulling me off my feet.

Though I'm alive, we've given up on ourselves.

I still sink to the bottom.