Another year of thinking that the air is too thick to breathe I'm pretty sure my bones are full of holes and I'm inclined to believe That I've got it down to a fine art When it comes to feeling like sh** for the most part And that I've got myself to blame for the unnecessary strain that's putting pressure on my heart When I got your letter I didn't know quite what to say I'm sorry that you ever felt so low, but I'm glad that you're okay You should be proud that you made it out alive Especially after feeling so dead inside And I thank you for showing me that I have less reasons to hide Because the more alone I feel the more I realize that I'm not With every friend I'm sure I've lost the more I realize I've still got And although I still shut down sometimes and head for the westbound train Whilst trying not to think about social workers and house fires again I've now got those photos of Christine And can try to remember something good And continue trying to fix these holes I'm still trying my best to fix these holes I got off at Dalreoch station and walked down to the Leven's edge And thought about how I'd rather live than just survive Then I kicked a stone at a capsized boat And for a moment I felt strangely alive