My Birthday

My Birthday
My Dad and I, on the day I met Air.

Silent Whispers

In the corner
I lie with my pillow
I make no sense
To the sound in my headphones

'Cause all I hear
Are your silent whispers
And I won't shake them off
As they are music to my ears

You're my special drug
The drug I couldn't quit
I'm having withdrawal symptoms
I miss feeling high

I'm tired of pretending
I'm sick of trying
I'm not strong enough
I've even lost the privilege of crying

I see a unit sawed in two
Blood splattered everywhere
The two halves go separate ways
They represent my worst fear

I am cold
My blood is dry
I miss your warmth
I miss being alive

I did this to myself
I made you turn and go
But still I whisper "I love you"
To your ghosts in the shadows!

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