when i cease to exist what will i leave behind nothing substantial only these words ive written down there are times i can not take it there are times i can not fake it times when my heart beat out my chest times i cried my self to sleep times i tried but could not speak times i lied when the truth was lost times i hoped when despair took trust and times i frankly just gave up when did walking the line become so hard to define when did watching as you step become so hard to accept and when did moving forward become so labored and tortured got my back against a wall as i swing at it all felt it connect right before the down pour now there are things i cant live without now there are things that help dispel the doubt things that i want and truly need things that keep me together at the seams things that i collect but should throw away things that come and go and stay things that are more than just in my head things that i can finally put to bed what i really want to know at curtain call for the show will it all finally end or just be another blow when did walking the line become so hard to define when did watching as you step become so hard to accept and when did moving forward become so labored and tortured there are times i can not take it things that keep me together at the seams times i tried but could not speak things that i can finally put to bed
