take a breath then have one more your friends have gone you try too hard to please them i feel sick or sick enough and saddened by the things that i remember the sigh you gave the look away these things you thought you kept all to yourself of course the words you said under your breath are the only things i have left loving your nature taking your picture finally feel something better keep on roughing it feeling like a shell or like a ghost of all the people i ve forgotten the red and separate drop before the flood you finally realized you love them but it s too late now but it s too late