He Died Among Dreams

she said i hate to hear you talk about yourself like

that, (it's all so delicate. it's always so delicate.)

but i can't be the one to save you, i can't be the one to

save you from yourself, and are you even aware of how you

see yourself always looking for a new way to show how

scared you are, a new name for this sickness. so dry

those tears all you want, but we knew it would end like

this, but don't think i didn't notice you gave everything

you had even though you knew it would never be enough, it

would never be enough. that's when she held me and said

you've got the cutest cheekbones built up strong from

catching a lifetime of tears. it won't be the same

without you. the thought of you giving up - broken and

lonely - tears me up inside. so let's take the glamour

out of depression because the pill bottles while your

heart is getting harder to lift and you can't stay sad

all the time, can you? can you? it won't be the same

without you.