| 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 |