| Is it even possible to get over this?
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| How am I supposed to feel?
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| Does it get easier?
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| Will I ever find it again?
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| Could I have been better?
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| Did I treat you bad?
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| Where did I go wrong?
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| Is there someone else?
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| Were you satisfied?
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| What can I do to make you come back?
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| If hearts could talk
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| If hearts could talk
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| I laid my heart out on line
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| You said you’d be there till the end of time
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| Never thought you’d be so fucking cold
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| It’s my mistake
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| I took your words and wrapped them around my brittle soul (wrapped around)
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| What happened to your promises?
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| My heart feels nauseous and stuck in my throat
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| I can’t seem to focus on the right emotions
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| I will suffer quietly with a smile on my face
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| So I don’t make you uncomfortable
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| I laid my heart out on line
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| You said you’d be there till the end of time
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| Never thought you’d be so fucking cold
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| It’s my mistake
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| I took your words and wrapped them around my brittle soul (wrapped around)
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| What happened to your promises?
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| All these unanswered questions
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| I swear to god I’d rather be dead
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| I’ll do my best not to revert to a child-like state
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| I want to be irrational
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| I’m tired of being logical
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| Every sensory feeling
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| Is going through my heart first
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| I can’t get it off my chest
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| When it’s dying inside of it
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| I can’t get it off my chest
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| Do you even care that I’m lost
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| That I have nowhere to go
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| That I want to crawl inside you
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| So I make sense of why this is happening
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| I want to crawl inside you
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| So I can make sense of how you happened
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| I can’t get it off my chest
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| When it’s dying inside of it
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| My heart is willing to claw its way through bone and sinew
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| Just to reach the air
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| Just so it could see you
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| It’ll claw its way through
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| Just so it could beat you
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| So it could beat you in your face
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| If hearts could talk
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| I laid my heart out on line
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| You said you’d be there till the end of time
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| Never thought you’d be so fucking cold
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| It’s my mistake
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| I took your words and wrapped them around my brittle soul (wrapped around)
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| What happened to, what happened to
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| What happened to your promises?
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| If hearts could talk
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| If hearts could talk |