i'm falling to pieces more than you know,
and my heart wants to follow wherever you go.
now i'm sitting here, waiting, being put to the test
of living and breathing with a hole in my chest.

i can't seem to utter a single right word,
and even if i could i know i'd never be heard.
this place has me aching for a chance to control
what i have, what i am and what i've been told.

and i capture anything that looks somewhat like hope
and as always i fall short and fail to cope.
it's not like i asked for the sky to fall in
but this battle between organs, neither can win.

and i'm falling to pieces more than you know,
and i've carved all these scars that i'll never let show.
i'll sit here and fade and i'll fall apart,
just aslong as you know you have the hole in my heart.