Living Fiction - Young Medicine

I need a machine to breathe

I need a crutch to stand on my own two feet

What If I don’t see the end?

I need you to make believe

That this time won’t be the last you’ll see me

What if I don’t see the end?

(Take my heart)

Show me you mean it

(Break my heart)

The only thing that’s left

(Count these scars)

I’ve come this far for you to

Tell me that it’s not enough

(Take my heart)

Show me you mean it

(Break my heart)

The only thing that’s left

(Count these scars)

I’ve come this far for you to

Tell me that it’s not enough

Not enough

Look at it this way

I’ve traveled my whole life

On roads that have no endings

Driving blind

When every hope and every dream is falling through

Who will save me?

«You're not a lost cause»

I have to tell myself

I’m shedding skin and bones on pedestals

But don’t you say that I’m afraid of rejection

I fear obscurity

What if i don’t see the end?

(Take my heart)

Show me you mean it

(Break my heart)

The only thing that’s left

(Count these scars)

I’ve come this far for you to

Tell me that it’s not enough

(Take my heart)

Show me you mean it

(Break my heart)

The only thing that’s left

(Count these scars)

I’ve come this far for you to

Tell me that it’s not enough