| The secrets that we keep
|
| They don’t do justice to our good deeds
|
| This feeling I can’t shake, that I can’t be heard
|
| Why does this darkness feel so familiar?
|
| As I begin to breathe, I awake to a new direction
|
| This overwhelming sadness that won’t leave
|
| «Stay strong, stand tall, I’m here for you»
|
| All words that fall short of healing the wounds
|
| This distant doom (Can you hear me, can you feel me?)
|
| There’s nothing here for me, no greatness to achieve
|
| You can’t get over it, just suppress
|
| Then count the days until the feeling comes back again
|
| I’ve got this feeling; |
| this shortness of breathing
|
| I’ve got the courage but don’t have the meaning
|
| I lose in love, I lose in life
|
| These walls built to protect me cause my disconnect
|
| I set the course; |
| opening the same doors I have before
|
| I’ve pushed you so far away, I can’t make up this space
|
| Looking in the same goddamn mirror every night
|
| I stare and wonder why I can’t fight
|
| You’re to be held, not to be missed
|
| You’ve shown the greatest love I’ve ever witnessed
|
| I hope you get the life you see in your dreams
|
| Even if it’s not including me
|
| I’ve got this feeling; |
| this shortness of breathing
|
| I’ve got the courage but don’t have the meaning
|
| I lose in love, I lose in life
|
| These walls built to protect me cause my disconnect
|
| The secrets that we keep
|
| They don’t do justice to our good deeds
|
| This feeling I can’t shake, that I can’t be heard
|
| Why does this darkness feel so familiar?
|
| I want it back
|
| I miss the bond of our skin, I miss the touch of your hand
|
| I want it back, I want it back
|
| And I want it bad
|
| I can’t shake, I can’t shake, I can’t shake this
|
| Far away from the place I feel safest
|
| I’m reaching out as I watch you leave
|
| You’re abandoning me, you’re abandoning me
|
| I can’t shake, I can’t shake, I can’t shake this
|
| Far away from the place I feel safest
|
| I’m reaching out as I watch you leave
|
| You’re abandoning me, you’re abandoning me
|
| You can’t undo every word you’ve muttered out of turn
|
| You’ve been conditioned to hate, some things can’t be unlearned
|
| Wrong; |
| you’re condemned and fit to be misled
|
| This can’t be dead, this can’t be dead |