Walking In My Sleep

You used to talk about how you wanted to believe

Sometimes you let it out, sometimes you kept it all from me

I never meant to get in the way



Every time I breathe I tow a fine line

What's become of me? A sorry forced rhyme.

I always wanted to show you how

I only troubled you with my doubt



I don't stand to face the sun

The leaves are in the gutter and the clouds are rolling in

I won't lean on anyone

I never learned to fake it so I never could fool you with the honest truth



Every time I breathe I tow a fine line

What's become of me? A sorry forced rhyme.

I always wanted to show you how

I only troubled you with my doubt

All The tragedy that could have been worse

Walking in my sleep until my feet hurt

I always wanted to show you how

I only troubled you with my doubt



I guess the means is always hard when

The end is something that you'll never get

This book could end a little different but it'll end with me