trouble_breathing Aimee You told me that you want to die I said I've been there myself more than a few times And I go back every once in a while You called me lucky, you.. you called me lucky. You said tonight is a wonderful night to die I asked you how you could tell you told me to look at the sky Look at all those stars, Look at how goddamn ugly the stars are. It's one or another Between a rope and a bottle I can tell you're having trouble breathing Cuz you'll never be OK You'll never be OK (You'll always be in pain) You'll always feel this way Cuz things they never work out right (the wrong way the lonely way) You'll always be in pain You told me that the daylight burned you and that the sunrise was enough to kill you I said maybe you're a vampire You said it's quite possible I feel truly dead inside. Cuz you'll never be OK You'll never be OK (You'll always be in pain) You'll always feel this way Cuz things they never work out right (the wrong way the lonely way) You'll always be in pain Don't forget to let your life rot you inside out. Don't forget to let your life rot you inside out. Don't forget to let your life rot you inside out. 010515 ... birdmads bruised ribs circa 1993 the morning after the long ago bar brawl that saw me lose a forgeone conclusion to a stoned biker twice my size (a concept i had not, at that time truly believed possible as i was 6 foot and 221 pounds / 100kg)during a stint as a bouncer at a run-down strip bar i was standing just offstage when one of the girls came back and said there was a guy getting a little too friendly in a back booth he was a wall of flesh a good five inches taller than me, pushing forty and weighing in at what appeared to be well over 400lbs, a looming figure of rock hard muscle draped in an immense layer of fat i punched him and it didn't faze him in the least my hands felt as if they would burst or be broken if i tried any harder it was like punching concrete he rammed me into the side of a truck with his shoulders adrenaline sent me charging but he repelled me with a backhand that caught me full across the chest knocking the air out of me and leaving me lying on my back i hadn't lost a fight before in my life and just as i was sure he was going to finish me off, he relented before doing any serious harm pulling me up off the ground and actually going as far as to buy me a beer for actually trying to go toe to toe with him his friends called him "Hamburger" and he had a perverse sense of honor i woke up just before noon the next day in my bed at home, the beer and the adrenaline worn off, i peeled away my shirt and saw the huge purple welt where the backhand had connected like the trunk of a fair sized tree swung hard at close range at the broad side of a barn. the next time i saw him, the other bouncers were bracing for another round, but he simply clapped me on the back, it was like this every couple of weeks for the rest of that summer one night, i took him for $100 in a game of pool but i never got to give him his return game, finding out a couple of months later that he had died in an accident. bad road, bad weather, going too fast, misjudged a turn and it was all over. i didn't know him well enough to call the guy a friend, but the breath left me the same way as it did when he hit me, hearing the news. it was ironic, i didn't think anything could break that guy 010516 ... recovering addict when i read your words, my breath catches on the edge of my life and i don't notice until my lungs are burning that i stopped. every second that passes my heart is failing me. you are failing me. 010516 ... jinx I've been having trouble breathing lately. I walked down the hall at school, and by the time I sat down in class I was out of breath. I don't know what's wrong. Sometimes my chest gets tight. Sometimes it hurts to take a deep breath. Sometimes I can't stop thinking about you... 020303 ... chanaka to inhale sounds like a strangled gasp to exhale is a quick burst i'm having another attack, my lungs inform me. 020303 ... silentbob holy shit it would appear that aimee blathed the words to this like way before i even heard the song why? how do these things happen without me noticing? 020304 ... silentbob jessica rose says: yesterday i felt like i was going to die my, my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word says: ive been there myself more than a few times my, my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word says: and i go back every once in a while 020313 ... little wonder :o 020313 ... ecila breathin hear the rasp breathout hear the rasp cough cough hear the tearing taste the blood. breathin breathin hear the rasp wonder how long ive got breathout breathout hear the rasp wonder how long before... inhale cough choke exhale cough choke inhale cough choke exhale cough choke inhale cough choke exhale cough choke inhale cough choke exhale cough choke every day every night. my lungs and i have lost touch 020605 ... Cicero Yesterday I was sitting next to you on the floor and all at once the breath jumped out of my lungs. I tried to catch it (you didn't notice the drama). It jumped onto my notepad (the focus of my attention until my breath got away) and then scurried under your knee. Maybe you did notice because you kindly kissed me, loaned me some of your breath. 030104 what's it to you? who go blather from