Life is Good When You're Breathing

I have a hard time,
keeping up this stream of tears,
wallowing in these made up fears,
are these things real to me,
or are they things in which I believe?
just ideas that I did conceive?
I'm pretty sure it's just a dream,
the real hurt comes from something more,
when the fire dies,
the embers fade,
the eyes grow dim,
these are the idols we have made,
perfect bodies, perfect smiles,
perfect lives, these perfect lives,
surrounded by our giant walls,
that shut us out,
lock us in,
slow decaying from within,
our hearts do break,
but we can't feel,
we'll never know,
what's truly real,
sense of touch,
of taste and smell,
all forsaken for what they sell,
we're let down by what can't feel,
consumed by what we swear is real,
I want, I need, I have, I'm sure,
that what I have is white and pure,
it's proof of a life well spent,
proof that somewhere along the way,
everything fell apart.
We're crying out,
from behind our walls,
saviors saviors, saviors,
save us save us, save us,
outstretched arms,
no one will repay us,
for deeds we haven't done,
words in webs we haven't spun,
you look at me for salvation,
but I promise you I'm not the one,
to raise you up to constellations,
I know this,
life is good when you're breathing,
the poor rejoice, the wealthy seething,
the joy of being a human being,
I control myself, look to myself,
I'll fall to pieces,
if I cast my eyes towards someone else,
life is good when you're breathing,
the little things keep my heart beating.