Bury Tomorrow

Breathe! Oh God breathe Breathe!!
Oh god please breathe
I hate everything about you
but it seems I have to clean up all the damage you do
so I just sit and wait
It's just a cut at the throat
Four months I've had to swallow my pride
you don't know how much that killed me inside
and I'm waiting for a sign,
to show you that,
that this is my crime
and I know why,
I know why I can't
Confess to this,
Show you what I am
I said I'd find you
I fucking did
I'll shred the integrity you have left