Walking In My Sleep - Fair

You used to talk about

How you wanted to believe

Sometimes you let it out

Sometimes you kept it all from me

I never meant to get in the way

Every time I breathe I tow a fine line

What’s become of me? A sorry forced rhyme

I always wanted to show you how

I only troubled you with my doubt

I don’t stand to face the sun

The leaves are in the gutter

And the clouds are rolling in

I won’t lean on anyone

I never learned to fake it

So I never could fool you

With the honest truth

Every time I breathe I tow a fine line

What’s become of me? A sorry forced rhyme

I always wanted to show you how

I only troubled you with my doubt

All the tragedy that could have been worse

Walking in my sleep until my feet hurt

I always wanted to show you how

I only troubled you with my doubt

I guess the means is always hard when

The end is something that you’ll never get

This book could end a little different

But it’ll end with me

Every time I breathe I tow a fine line

What’s become of me? A sorry forced rhyme

I always wanted to show you how

I only troubled you with my doubt

All the tragedy that could have been worse

Walking in my sleep until my feet hurt

I always wanted to show you how

I only troubled you with my doubt