(no subject)
even when we're broken
we still carry on
these days are so long, but the nights are so much worse
you seem so confident
but you know..this is killing you (as much as it kills me)
i could lay right here (and know everything's ok)
you tore my heart like it was paper
(nothing will ever be the same)
this might be killing you more than its killing me
so what's it going to be?
will you clean our wounds?
or leave me here dying
So what's it gonna be?
Was I just something for you to play with
Or was there something you really see?
This hole's too deep for crawling out of
i can carry on (i cant carry on)
you tore my heart like it was paper
(nothing will ever be the same)
this might be killing you more than its killing me
im already dead