No headline, it speaks for itself
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real..
The truth hurts and a lie's worse
How can I give anymore when I love you a little less than before..
What are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire when there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Let me hold you for the last time,
It's the last chance to feel again.
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real..
The truth hurts and a lie's worse
How can I give anymore when I love you a little less than before..
What are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire when there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Let me hold you for the last time,
It's the last chance to feel again.
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