For A Second Testo

Sitting here, staring out my window.. out at the trees, counting the leaves as they fall.
And hearing myself breathe puts me at ease..for now.
and my head's too heavy for my own two shoulders.
A glass filled to the rim, spilling all over.

And I'm still filling up.
Fed up and ready to give up..
I'm ready to give up.

I've been told a thousand times that it's just a part of growing up, it's all in my mind. Well maybe that's so, but how was I supposed to know, if I was all alone at the lowest point of low.

I never lacked attention, I never asked for affection,
but the constant drilling at my head to make no mistakes left me wishing for a fucking second of silence.

I remember that day, it was first sign of peace I'd had in months.
Four white walls closing in, my hands were shaking, my hope and heart were broken..
and for a second I thought, for just a second I thought..

"This could be so easy for me.. to just let go..to just be alone."

but what if, what if,maybe, there's something waiting for me.
Like a love or a dream, or anything REALLY worth dying for..
Imagine what I never would've known, if I never gave myself the chance to grow.
Imagine what I never would've known, if I never gave myself the chance to grow.

I wouldn't be here..
I wouldn't be HERE.