Assisted Breathing

Come down with it, you're expectations are so high You leave a blank space and an image on my mind We could rot together, but you wouldn't let me in The distance, your beside me I tried to comprehend These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours And my hard work is not worth more I'll sing for myself now, you're the subject of it all I guess I'm letting my guard down, The first whole in the dry wall And there I said it, I guess I finally let you in Why haven't you answered? I'm peeling back my sun burnt skin These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours And my hard work is not worth more These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours I can't breathe for you there are somethings You have to do for yourself Wasted morals, you've gotta be questioned more Because lately I've earned, some fucking Answers from you Time has it's curse it's always to late or Two soon to be fragile and burned it could Happen to anyone Swollen and bruised it's always too late or too soon And my hard work is not worth more These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours And my hard work is not worth more These are my hands, swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours I can't breathe for you there are Somethings you have to do for yourself