Caroline, it's always hard to see, the needles eye,
I am fine, when she's pushing me, into the light,
It's cold to me, now I'm on the floor, like nothings wrong,
It's cold to me, can I express myself in this song,
It's my life, I'm running out of things to write,
These broken words, don't make it right,
So can I push myself to sing,
These broken words that don't mean a thing,
To Caroline, master of the weak, leader of the blind,
It's Caroline, conquer of the meek, with her jagged lies,
It's my life, I'm running out of things to write,
These broken words, don't make it right,
So can I push myself to sing,
These broken words that don't mean a thing,
In here, it's hard to breathe, there's no air- I am suffocating here,
It's hard to see, without you, there's no light I can't pull though,
I can't breathe, hard to see, I don't know where to begin,
I'm running out of things to write,
These broken words, don't make it right,
So can I push myself to sing,
These broken words that don't mean a thing.
