The Slightest Trace

If not a sign, if not a hint, then at least.
The slightest trace, of when the day, begins.
I’m falling behind, I am alive, but I, can’t seem, to breathe.
I’m bleeding inside, losing this fight, as you, throw me, away.
And if not today or even, within sight, oh, oh.
For those whose outlook on life, drowned in a, lack of light.
I’m falling behind, I am alive, but I, can’t seem, to breathe.
I’m bleeding inside, losing this fight, as you, throw me, away.
All the while, fighting these symptoms and not a 'cause.
All the while, you put me, on hold.
Starve myself 'cause, I’m so hungry, aiming to please, gets me further, from me.
Starve myself 'cause, I’m so hungry, aiming to please, gets me further, from me.
Starve myself 'cause, I’m so hungry, aiming to please, gets me further.
I’m falling behind, I am alive, but I, can’t seem, to breathe.
I’m bleeding inside, losing this fight, as you, throw me, away.
I’m falling behind, I am alive, but you, throw me, away, you throw me, away.