Some nights I just want to stop breathing For a little while, And forget everything: The heartbreak violence, oppression, Misguided intolerance. 25 years young Still writing love songs But they fall on deaf ears. Is anyone even listening? It seems I've been walking Down this path of tears For eternity. No one can find me, Hiding in my insecurities, Gasping from asphyxiation. Here, there is no oxygen; Just the scent Of death's temptation.