Images blur together

Once broken lines join as one

Hope is lost for the noose is strung

A minute late, and anger flows through him

One sip had turned into two

Then four and ten turned into bottles

A minute late and your fate is sealed

Nothing can be done for the noose is already strung

Time heals all differences is a lie

For time can’t heal this monstrosity

The hatred he’s feeling is pure and true

He hid his problem until it was too late to help

He used to steal your breath away with one glance

Then he started robbing your breath with a hand

Some injuries cannot always be seen

Now if only you could breathe

His love was a game no one can win

The score was known the entire time for he hates to lose

He strung a noose with his hands just for you

All you had wanted to do was breathe