You're holding me down, grabbing my throat,
Every breath feels like my last.
Too much, too hard,
Too unfair, too complicated,
I didn't think it would be this way.
I'm not really living, just going though the motions,
On the outside looking in
Spying on life and trying to get hints,
But there are no shortcuts or easy ways out.
I watch the second hand pass carrying you with it,
I've only loved, never lost, I never had you to loose,
But now I wish I had.
You never entered my life,
Killing me with a song of friendship.
If you had stopped singing and taken off my mask
Exposed me, layer by layer of fake happiness,
Maybe it wouldn't be like this,
but the second hand only goes one way.