Wasting my breathe, wasting my time,
Searching for something I'm not gonna find
We always said from here to here,
But does it still stand after this year?

You had a yearning you needed to set free
You think I'm blind, you think I can't see?
It wasn't me, but you give me your heart,
Then your real cool while I fall apart.

Wasting my breathe, wasting my time
Falling apart, on the inside
You always said from here to here,
If it's still there extinguish my fear

Breaking me down, tearing my skin,
It'll never be right, the places I've been,
I've lost who I am, I surendered my soul,
Take one more shot and try to control.

Wasting my breathe, wasting my time,
Can't find the button, I need to rewind
Things we've said promises made,
But I can't keep this demon locked in its cage.

I don't forget your eyes
But I can't bear your cries
I'd give anything, really anything
Just to bring your heart
To me

I made the sacrafice,
Using my own knife,
But did you care?
Couldn't find you anywhere,
When I'm lying on the floor,
I couldn't give you more,
So you walked. . . away

Wasting my breathe, wasting my time,
Wasting away, wasting away,

Wasting my breathe wasting my time
Wasting away. . . am I . . .

Nice, Leviathan

I can really sense the pain in that poem. Once in a while I'll read a poem that I feel would be really excellent also set to music, and I feel this is one of them.

Nice Job!

It's set to music in my head, wish I could type the music out to really feel the lyrics and rythm