would it kill you to breathe?

Thick as Thieves -- Dashboard Confessional

Would it kill you to breathe?
Easy only 17 miles lay between you and me
I could make it if I had to
I don't break easily
You've got my counsel, thick as thieves
If there's a crime we'll keep it secret
For there's only trace amounts left in your blood
You may be a sinner
But you may be justified

Just keep your mouth shut
Keep your guard up
I swear I'll make it right

Will it kill me to breathe
Not as easy as you think it is between you and me
I could fake it if I have to
I don't break easily
I need your counsel, thick as thieves
I have no crime to keep a secret
It was hers, it was not mine
Well I may be a sinner
But it wasn't me this time

Just keep your mouth shut
Keep your guard up
I swear I'll make it right

Listen to yourself
There is a hemorrhage in your mouth
It won't stop bleeding
Well you may be the traitor
I will hold the smoking gun
You'll get away clean
I'll keep your secrets til the grave has swallowed me
And I will never tell a tortured soul they are burning by my side
That I am a sinner
I am a savior
I am a lie

So keep your mouth shut
Keep your guard up
I swear I'll make it right

Soccer is a sick game. Seriously.
I've been watching different videos on youtube, mostly, and its really inspiring to see the brilliant goals, and at the same time I'm really humoured by the funny/lucky/stupid moments in soccer.

Two examples of the brilliant moments: (Sadly, both not from Liverpool but Arsenal instead)Dennis Bergkamp receives a low cross, his back to the net. He touches it with his left foot, spins the other way past a defender and scores. The other one would be Theiry Henry receiving a low cross, his first touch to lift it up slightly, and the volley that follows just dips into the top corner. Absolutely world class strike.

Then, we have the stupid or just -.- moments. The one where after an injury, a midfielder tries to clear the ball for a goal kick for the other team. Instead, he hits a player, takes the rebound, hits the player AGAIN, and on the second rebound finally manages to clear it. We then have the lousy stretcher bearers who attempt to reach the injured man faster by sliding in but end up landing a sliding tackle on the man on the ground. Smart, isn't it.
I've been wasting my life since secondary school. I don't know why I still continue along this path, but for once, perhaps I should try something different, to go with the tide instead of against the tide. Or perhaps I should just stop struggling and sink to the bottom. Where it is peaceful. Serene, quietness, no more troubles or worries.