(a resurrection from the dead

erased the message in my head)

looking forward

to the quiet days and endless nights

looking for the lost dream

i thought i could live without you

i thought i could breathe my own air

i thought i could stand in the pouring rain

i thought i was fine without a prayer

division from within

confusion leads to indecision

indecision is the worst

thought i had my mind in check

and then my bubble burst

i wanted to live without you

i wanted to breathe my own air

i wanted to stand in the pouring rain

and suffocate my only prayer

but im losing

im losing everything

im losing you

and more importantly

i am losing me

is it a division?

some division from inside

tearing me away from you

scaring you away from me

its a division

a division from within

sacred moments have become

reflections of my sin

i cant live without you

my lungs cant hold my own air

im soaked to the bone

from the pouring rain

im choking on my own disdain

looking for a place to pray

why did i ever walk away

the division

the division from within