Outside, I can see your breath But you're not there, And mine is hardly left Twilight, Feels the morning press And every star is seamed with your duress Inside, I can hear each step But they're not yours, A sleepless dream at best Black skies, Flow to auburn reds To wake the night and of me what is left. If I don't want to see you It's because it hurts to much All this time spent wondering If I was just a crutch. If I don't want to see you It's cause it hurts too, much Was I just a crutch?