lost close to tears tired close to giving up breathless close to dying unwanted unloved frightened nothing is as it was you miss it and wish it was back unmotivated undecided towards the future been tought to do something with your life make a difference change something thats worth changing chest caving in trying to hold on to something the ground dissapears and you begin to fall fall down faster than ever before with every passing second gaining speed towards the ground with every passing minute loosing distance between you and the floor soon you will stop falling soon you will hit it not long now just hold on a bit longer not long now till its all over just take my hand i will hold you tight i wont let you go if i cant stop you from falling at least let me make the ground soft i hope you can save me before its too late before its all gone im sick of waiting im sick of not being able to breath just hurry up before my grip slips before im no longer here love sarah