Living Fiction

I, I, I need a machine to breathe I need a crutch to stand on my own two feet What If I don't see the end I, I, I need you to make believe That this time won't be the last you'll see me What if I don't see the end Take my heart Show me you mean it Break my heart The only thing that's left Count these scars I've come this far for you to Tell me that it's not enough Take my heart Show me you mean it Break my heart The only thing that's left Count these scars I've come this far for you to Tell me that it's not enough Not enough Look at it this way, I've traveled my whole life On roads that have no endings, driving blind When every hope and every dream is falling through Who will save me You're not a lost cause, I have to tell myself I'm shedding skin and bones on pedestals But don't you say that I'm afraid of rejection I fear obscurity What if I don't see the end Take my heart Show me you mean it Break my heart The only thing that's left Count these scars I've come this far for you to Tell me that it's not enough Take my heart Show me you mean it Break my heart The only thing that's left Count these scars I've come this far for you to Tell me that it's not enough Not enough Take my heart Show me you mean it Break my heart The only thing that's left Count these scars I've come this far for you to Tell me that it's not enough Take my heart Show me you mean it Break my heart The only thing that's left Count these scars I've come this far for you to Tell me that it's not enough