October Air

 I can only see so far
And tomorrow is not so near.
Everything that I've created
Is everything I fear.

I've got my heart locked up
In a box, because your hands seem so cold.

I can only hold on so tightly
And tomorrow is not so near.
This box is weighing me down
And its not looking good from here.

So now its either me
Or myself, and which one can't I live without?