have there ever been any sance in us
were we roo made up by others
what do we hold on to
just hoping nt to break up
so we’re afraid to speak and say what we really think
how can i pick up the broken piececs of me
so i could tell you everything
you could help me heal, become brave
you’re so good to open your heart and pouring it to me
but now your kisses make me wanna escape