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

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