Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

I'm breathing in your skin tonight,quiet is my loudest cry.
Wouldn't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside
And if it's healthier to leave you be, may a sickness come and set me free
Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me

I'm finding my own words, my own little stage, my own epic drama, my own scripted page.
I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears
Maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear from the start it was shaky and the characters rash.
A nice setting for heartache where emotions come last
All I have deep inside, to overcome this desire
are friendly intentions and fair-weather smiles