The hardest thing I`ve ever done was to keep on breathing
It was far from easy when my heart didn`t feel like singing,
It would have been easier just to lie down and to die
But God must have felt my heartache and pain and heard me cry.
He kept me here so that I could live my life to the full
But on my heart strings, from the other side, I can feel the pull,
My heart is empty and my life no longer has meaning,
I long to be with you and for that I must stop breathing.
Each day is a test, do I give up or do I go on?
Must I always live in pain `til all my time is gone?
Or will I ever find love that will make me smile again?
Will all the pain and hurt go so that I once again feel sane?