Why do we pretend so hard
That we’re doing fine
When we know
We’re just passing shadows in this house
The echoes in the night
Are just whispers of our pride
I left all my thoughts out on the lawn
And I pray
I pray
I can get some sleep
But my cuts run too deep
I guess my soul is bleeding out
Why do we pretend
When we both know
I tried
I lied
Like the flowers you let die
And you can’t even look at me
Tell me
How long does it take
For love to run out
Is it red hands
Is it pills
To put us to sleep
So we don’t have to see
That you don’t even touch me
Anymore
Unless it’s to slam the door
I guess I
Can’t stand here anymore
We’re both too good at this fight
Or maybe we just ran out of time
Why do we do what we do
Like shadows passing in the night
And now I make dinner for one
I still hold my tongue
And I can’t sleep
I can’t sleep
I still hold my tongue
So hard that I wake up and my lips bleed
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I can’t write this book anymore
It’s a knife in my gut
This year is too too damn old
Oh babe
You can’t start a fire
Crying over your past
We have to let these things go
We have to let these things go
Regarding Samuel 