Testo Not Waving, But Drowning

Is there any room for more mistakes that I've not already made. I'm not even sure I matter enough for this, or to be thought of. Just stop, please let it be, there isn't anything that you can say. Of my mind, of your mouth, I am not a lush it's not a choice for me. When I break free you'll know you gave up on me. It's not a lie, and you're not the truth. Let me be, let them deal with me. You are not a saint, and your words carve a masterpiece. Written like a poet from his grave; fear was the seed you planted deep within my veins. It's not a lie and you're not the truth. Let me breathe; let them deal with me. You hold my whole world in your hand; so take care with it.