you are so contradicting.

my mind only races when i am breathing,
and my thoughts are only deep when my heart is beating.
i am afraid of nothing but what will happen next.

She always gave him more credit than he deserved.
The benefit of the doubt in even the worst of situations.
She always said, "His words hit like bullets in the chest."
But, she never realized that was his every intention.

I will try to help you up, I swear I will.
But my hands are already full.
At times I’m lost with no direction,
And all you care about is you.

But I’ll take the weight upon these small shoulders.
I’ll take the blame too.
I’ll be your lungs, I’ll help you inhale.
But what will you do when I’ve stopped breathing?

This is a two way situation, a game of give and take.
But you took the one way street.
I’m living your life and feeling your pain.
Somehow, I’ve let you get the best of me.

But I’ll take the weight upon these small shoulders.
I’ll take the blame too.
I’ll be your heart, I’ll keep the blood flowing.
But what will you do when I’ve stopped beating?

You’re so afraid of falling off the edge.
You’re so afraid of breaking the bend.
You’re so afraid of feeling again.
But what will you do when I’ve stopped leading you?
What will you do when I can’t take this anymore?

I’ll be your body, I’ll hold you upright.
But, what will you do when I fall?