| It’s the truth not the lies that’ll hurt the ones we love.
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| So I tried my best to be good enough.
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| Can somebody tell me if this is really happening?
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| If you care enough to save me, I won’t let this define me.
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| With love blind eyes things seem fine…
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| (I wish someone would tell me, if this is really happening.
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| If you care enough to save me, I won’t let this define me.)
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| Until they grow tired of staring into the light.
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| Your love takes on the shape of suffering and silently I wish
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| That I was anybody but me, anybody but me, anybody but me.
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| Your wraith.
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| Well trained eyes find that things are not alright.
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| It’s no surprise that I got so good at fucking up.
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| (I wish someone would tell me this isn’t really happening.
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| No one came to save me. |
| I can’t let this define me.)
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| There’s times when I pretend you never made it home.
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| When I take my time I can make things seem fine…
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| Because I got tired of hiding you from the ones I love.
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| (…At least I thought I did.)
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| We thought we had it all.
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| The only thing we own is what we can give.
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| If we can’t forgive then we’ll never know how far we’ve really come.
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| You’re not a slave, to your past. |
| You’re not a slave. |