Living Fiction

I-I-I need a machine to breathe
I need a crutch to stand on my own two feet
What if I don’t see the end?
I-I-I need you to make believe
That this time won’t be the last you’ll see me
What if I don’t see the end?

Take my heart (show me you mean it)
Break my heart (the only thing that’s left)
Count these scars (I’ve come this far for you to)
(Tell me that it’s not enough)

Not enough

Look at it this way
I’ve traveled my whole life
On roads that have no endings
Driving blind
When every hope and every dream is falling through
Who will save me?
You’re not a lost cause
I have to tell myself
I’m shedding skin and bones on pedestals
But don’t you say that I’m afraid of rejection
I fear obscurity

What if I don’t see the end?

Take my heart (show me you mean it)
Break my heart (the only thing that’s left)
Count these scars (I’ve come this far for you to)
(Tell me that it’s not enough)

Not enough

Take my heart (show me you mean it)
Break my heart (the only thing that’s left)
Count these scars (I’ve come this far for you to)
(Tell me that it’s not enough)