Write me as an afterthought
Enraptured in the air you breathe
Would it kill you to become a bit stronger?
I cannot hold everything
To anger, a long due goodbye
I'm sick of being mad

It makes me weak to think about
My hands and knees are trembling
I'm asking them if you still hate me
I cannot hold everything
Why do I ask the questions I
Don't want the answers to

Forgive me, I cannot think straight
My vision's getting blurry
For a second there, I thought you were lying
Then the floor came out from under me
Why are you still in my head?