27 June 2012
How much would it take for you to break? How many drilling lies and fakes, Could you stand before you drown? Before they pull you down?
How much pressure would it take For your mind to bake? Fried on overload, Could it make you implode?
Everyone has their breaking point, Somewhere inside their bones, their joints. And I beg you will never find mine, That's why I color inside the lines.
Live carefully, taking no risks. People closed off, opportunities missed. If you found my limit, I don't doubt I would fall. Neither do you, because you know it all.
See, that's why I want to find yours. How much would it take for you to collapse on the floor? I can't stand the thought of me losing to you, So I'll do whatever I have to do.
One day I know you'll find my break point, As I will find yours: "My queen," you'll appoint. And we will both fall, light as a feather. But we'll go holding hands, ending together.
Break Point • Opuss № I