I know it's childish

To imagine that you could possibly

Even like me

But the little girl inside me

Can't help but desperately cling

To the possibility

Even if it hurts so very badly

Even though each time I inhale I hope to breathe air

While instead poison caresses my lungs

With a touch as sharp as knives

I still breathe in

My heart begging for the chance that one day it won't hurt

To dream

And I know I'm childish

Yet I can't seem to give up

On you