Soft breathing

well I can hear soft breathing,
and the heating in this place,
that never keeps me heated,
but it keeps me wide awake.

and it's every single breath I take,
to keep me staying so awake,
and it's every drop of ice-cold rain,
for every god damn times it fades.

with every tiny sound, my mind rearranges,
the mind that's been away.
the mind I think I'll lose,
if I go on with groundhog day.

and thanking you for what you've done,
believe me I'm sincere,
but the only thing to save me,
is getting far from here,

and it's the sense of feeling trapped,
like I'm stuck here till the end,
like the broken glass has fallen,
and it's never on the mend,

when the water wakes me more,
and the painkillers wont go down,
and I'm sitting up alone,
because the world is spinning around.

And it's when I just couldn't care,
for another single day,
when a million little things,
won't ever fit the right way.

But you've been a saving grace,
and I'm the burden on your backs,
so you could be glad to know,
one day I'm not coming back.

For the thousand sleepless nights,
and a million useless finds,
for the one who hadn't loved,
and the one who forgot time.

For a million of our ghosts,
and a couple of the stars,
for another misty morning,
and another "Fall-apart"

For the "has-been's" in the city,
for the wannabe in the town,
for the one who's flying upwards,
for the one who's falling down.

From the fountains to the fields,
to the buses, to the streets,
to the strangers, to the lovers,
to the earth beneath our feet.

It's the memory of the lost friends,
and the haunting of the past,
It's the first night of redemption,
but you can bet it's not the last.