when breathing hurts

I mean, why say things when you don't mean it. Perhaps it's the in heat of the moment, or it was spoken with careful consideration. But once said, it's irrevocable. And I'm left buried in the mud I've heaped upon myself. Are you reveling in great satisfaction derived from your awry ill-conceived sense of justification?

Sometimes, silence is hardly the best solution. Silence, at the expense of another. Because you believe it'll all go away like a good fairytale; you refuse to undertake anything that will take a toll on yourself. You want no change and you might be so caught up in it, without giving a damn to anyone else you might hurt along that lonely road. Until everybody who used to care, walks out of your life. Is that the status quo as you know it?

I've looked through your eyes, the vision that used to be forward looking.

You know, I've tried. You're just one of the many things that is out of my control.

It guess it hurts to breathe now, goddamnit.