Text písně Our Last Night: The Truth We Can't Handle

The Truth We Can't Handle


If it's what you want, then don't talk

We'll sit here in silence; no words, no letters
We'll sit here in silence
Because maybe it's better than realizing the truth we can't handle

I feel as if I'm trying,
And I'm willing to die to make you realize our situation

As if nothings enough, we could make it out alive and unharmed

I keep this inside with the best intentions,
But it brings out the worst in what we have

We will get out alive
My stomach feels like caving in every time I hear these words,
"it's never too late and later is better than what we have"

I feel as if I'm trying







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