You speak to me; only whispers in the dark.
You speak to me; but the silence speaks for you.
Burn it to the ground;
You can look in your books all you want but nobody can save you.
Stop pushing knives into the palms of your hands;
Or I’ll bury you in silence like the world did you.
You speak to me, but no sounds come out,
Just broken knees and shattered dreams;
I never ever thought it would come to this because I thought you would believe me,
But I knew that you would leave me when
I noticed the note in the back of my head
And I looked with my eyes and I felt with my head;
I watched you slit your wrist as I lay breathless in the snow.
Burn it to the ground;
You can look in your books all you want but nobody can save you.
Stop pushing knives into the palms of your hands;
Or I’ll bury you in silence like the world did you.
How have I forgotten
The look upon the faces suffering from you?
Loneliest of seas, I cross.
To find the truth of you means I’ve already lost.
As beautiful sirens are singing,
My mouth is full of water I can’t stop drowning;
I am helpless until the birds are set free, so
I am following the trail of blood that’s been left;
And I am helpless until the birds are set free, so
I am following the trail of blood that’s been left behind.
And I watched you slit your wrist again and again and again.
How have I forgotten everything that made the walls go down in flames?
As you surrendered to the seas, you held your hand.
Now the sunset burns your skin; broken glass surrounds your feet
Standing on the tallest tower over us all, and
How have I forgotten everything?
To find the truth of you means I’ve already lost.
Loneliest of seas I cross,
To find the truth of you means I’ve already lost.
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