I'm holding my breath, love

Waiting for you to see

Waiting for you to look past

The black cloud that surrounds me.

I'm not asking for much

Just a bit of recognition

Would it really hurt you

To extend your outer vision?

Hurry, love

Don't be my death

I'm here, waiting

And holding my breath.

The wind is blowing harder

The seas are getting cold

And though the world may wash away

I'll still be when you're old.

My blood is getting sluggish

My lungs begin to burn

And though I'm holding on, Love

The tides shall quite soon turn.

How long must I wait

Before you finally see?

Or will you continue

To constantly ignore me?

-San Carpenter