Breathe

Yeah, I'm waiting for the day
That you turn, that you turn and you walk away
I'm always vigilant, but these constant reminders are killing me
I always think the worst
About the people that are with me on the fucking streets
Does it get easier, does it get easier?

I know you're following me
This kind of fear never leaves

Yeah, so help my broken mind
I just can't see a fucking thing without being confined
I think I'm crumbling
These thoughts are creeping in

I'm waiting for the day
That you turn, that you turn and you walk away
I'm always vigilant, but these constant reminders are killing me
I always think the worst
About the people that are with me on the fucking streets
Does it get easier?
Does it get easier?
(Does it, does it?)
I can't cope, I'm screaming from the inside out
(Tell me, does it?)
I can't breathe, my lungs have given up

I try to find a way to breathe, but I'm running out of time
Each time I try to get some air, it's taken from me
And I can't hold on

I can't hold on
If everyday wasn't the same I think I'd be just fine
Yeah, I'm fucking terrified
I don't know if I'll make it home, make it home alive
Yeah, I'm fucking terrified
I don't know if I'll make it home, I'm scared to die

'Cause I'm destined to never live
I'm walking scared day to day, what kind of life is this?
What kind of life is this?
What kind of life is this?

I'm waiting for the day
That you turn, that you turn and you walk away
I'm always vigilant, but these constant reminders are killing me
I always think the worst
About the people that are with me on the streets
Does it get easier?
Does it get easier?