BUT THAT'S MY PROBLEM; I'LL FALL TOO HARD, TOO FAST AND
I START TO BELIEVE THAT BY SOME MIRACLE YOU WILL TOO.
I THINK THAT YOU'LL BE THERE TO CATCH ME WHEN I FALL, AND
WHEN I DO, I'LL FALL WITH EVERYTHING I'VE FU/KING GOT. BUT
WHEN YOU'RE NOT THERE TO CATCH ME MY BONES SHATTER JUST
AS MERCILESSLY AS MY HEART AND EVEN THOUGH IT TRIES IT'S
FU/KING HARDEST TO KEEP THUMPING IT'S IRREGULAR BEAT,
I KNOW IT'S A LOST CAUSE BECAUSE WHILE YOU'RE THERE SLEEPING
SOUNDLY THROUGH THE NIGHT, I'M HERE FIGHTING TO PULL THE
BREATH IN THROUGH MY BROKEN AND CRACKED RIBS TO KEEP
THIS STUPID FU/KING HEART OF MINE GOING.