Breathe

Breathe
We just wanna breathe

[Verse 1]
Dear God, we can’t breathe
It must have been your sick idea to allow us to dream
What we’ve dreamt and what we’ve found is thus far…
We can’t be one, only meant to gaze at the stars
God, we can’t breathe, could you let us vomit?
If only our air supply wasn’t cut off by the tail of this comet, we could live our lives and be who we want to, and not have all these expectations to succumb to
We wanna breathe but our help is another animal
Since when did suicide become so fashionable?
It’s like every time we look up, there’s something else
We say we tryna find it but don’t know if we can face ourselves
We just wanna breathe and leave this ditch that we dug
If only we woulda known it takes hate to create love
Can the pen rescue us or is it just a crutch, that we use to substitute for your touch?
We just wanna breathe and be the kids that never grew up
Irresponsible, only worries He-Man and Tonka trucks
We’re here because our gifts can’t blossom without permission
Give us one more chance, we promise we’ll listen

[Refrain]
We just wanna breathe
We just wanna breathe
Can we breathe?
We just wanna breathe
Just let us

[Verse 2]
Breathe without consequence or accountability
This tempo has no foundation, only the appearance of stability
Everyone wants us to give but there’s nothing left
It seems our self-esteem is inching closer to death
We need to breathe but for some reason we can’t
Were we to blame? Were we cursed at birth when we were given our names? Because
Thinking with our own minds has led us to this paper
Somebody needs to take the lead but we’re scared to ask our maker
Can we breathe? The answer’s there but we can’t find it
Seems that we’re content walking this road blinded
For some strange reason, it’s like we’re lost with purpose like
Someday this path will reveal that we’re not worthless
If only to breathe, we’d see the calling on our lives
And wake from this nightmare and find the heart to fight
We slit our wrist for the last time to find meaning
And this being is just a drum that we’re desperately beating
Are we supposed to breathe? Because our lungs feel inoperative and helpless
‘cause sometimes we wanna be selfish
You can’t walk if you don’t have the legs to stand on
And you can’t attempt to be humble if you’re headstrong
We wanna breathe but for some reason we can’t
They tell us to talk to God, but we don’t know where you’re at
Will we feel any better if we start believing?
I don’t know, but I know we’ll feel better if we can start breathing