The Sound of Breathing

Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum That sound, metronomic beating Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Is that the sound of my breath, my breath leaving my lungs… Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Or the sound of my voice bouncing off my echoing mind Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Do I even have a mind Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum I don’t mind, I don’t really care Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Even though it’s my job to care, my job to feel, to love, to bleed severely Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum It explains so much, why all I see is a combination of blue and red Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum The product, royal purple; my life essence or just another substance to sustain Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum A craving, sadly, it’s what it boils down to Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum “broken hearted”, “broken hearted fury” Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Or is it really just another broken hearted run Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum What’s the difference if broken heart is all in the name? Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum It sinks me down a little lower every time I try Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum When it lingers, keeping it’s claws in me for days Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Oh well, this is called growing up Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum At least, it’s what the brain passes down here Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Do I believe? Eh, not really; I follow my own decisions Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum It’s kept me alive so far since I’m still kicking Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum I have a goal to carry out, ten jobs I need to sort out Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Once I get out of this personal hospital, personal slump Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Maybe my pulse can beat peacefully Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Instead of missing a few steps like I’ve been kept in a freezer Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Instead of feeling like I’ve been crying Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum Instead of feeling like the saddest metronome, metronomic beating Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum The sound of my voice speaking, no my voice is quite silent Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum It’s just the sound of me breathing Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum