you How much better could I do To be myself, not someone else? I'm losing sleep I live only for the week Quiet Ballad of Ed (Ed Sheeran 2005) In shadow there lies hope Cut tension with a knife I find it hard to cope Stop playing with my life You analyse my fears Analyse my dreams Choke on burning tears Through my silent screams Things aren't what they seem Tell a hundred craftsmen to work on me Tell this army of angels to make me breathe Open doors just to take away the key I'll let you all see that I'm doing better Watch me fall As I stumble at your feet Always losing in this game Your lies cut me deep And you don't even know my name With your consistency To always make me crawl And my durability Not affected at all Still things aren't what they seem Tell a hundred craftsmen to work on me Tell this army of angels to make me breathe Open doors just to take away the key I'll let you all see that I'm doing better Feel the pain On my brain Feel the strain As I start to decay Feel the strain Every passing day Feel the pain As I start to decay Tell a hundred craftsmen to work on me Tell this army of angels to make me breathe Open doors just to take away the key I'll let you all see that I'm doing better Billy Ruskin (Ed