this is it: the time of year i stop and start to think
of what i've done, and failed to do; my heart, it starts to sink
as names and faces, words and places circle in my mind
until an image of your likeness is all that i can find.
what is it that attracts me to that feeling of uncertainty?
waiting, wishing, hoping, longing is all i've ever known.
all the thoughts i've shared with you: a treasure you deserved.
i give this gift of life to you, and i don't expect anything in return.
as i stand here in the night, i can see my foggy breath
as i'm thinking of your face.
all these people at my side; people that i call my friends
so why do i feel so alone?
well, it's ok. do what you must. i'll take that risk, i'll sacrifice.
i'll keep giving you my life, it's all i've ever known.
so i'll continue wiith this task of killing myself deep inside
so you can find the one small thing
the one small thing that keeps you alive.