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

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