It’s so hard to love when your heart is bleeding and you feel it in the palm of your hand, it’s even harder to hang your hope over foggy wishes and then wish for them to faint in black, and it gets tougher when the black is empty and the only stars pending seem so far. So, don’t even try to imagine my body laying on the floor Scratching the rug with my sharp skin, And again is hard to breathe the thick layer of you Pressing my chest against my senses blocked out, Its harder to fly within a picture Or to touch the person in it, And impossible to survive the struggle Between the lies and what’s real. Don’t stare at my silver eyes when searching And when cutting the sky in rain, It’s gonna be much harder to be dead Or to stay torched in the shadow’s cave. But it’s so hard to be alive, to steal air when you don’t feel it, And the hardest thing is being alone While another lonely night is ending. ...benji i miss u...