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

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