this thing

it's counting the seconds on a clock
it's falling freely with no weight
it's conviction solid as a rock
it's when no one else can relate
it's caring so much it starts to hurt
it's floating in a sea of fire
it's feeling better but getting worse
it's believing in a liar
it's hitting the ground alone
it's opening the eye
it's never finding home
it's where dreams go to die
it's a lung without a breath
it's a scream with no echo
it's dancing beside death
it's not being able to let go
it's nothing like they said
it's nothing from above
it's breathing when your dead
it's anything but love