Iíve been looking in the mirror for so long,
That Iíve come to believe my souls on the other side.
All the little pieces falling shattered.
Shards of me too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me in to so many little pieces if I try to touch her.
And I bleed. I bleed.
And I breathe. I breathe, no more
I take a breath and I try draw from my spirit's well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me convince me that Iíve been sick forever.
And all of this will make sense when I get better.
But I know the difference between myself and my reflection.
I just canít help but to wonder which of us do you love.
So I bleed. I bleed.
And I breathe.
I breathe no,
Bleed. I bleed.
And I breathe. I breathe. I breathe. I breathe, no more.