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you can't play our 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 lies worse
how can i give anymore?
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 say
it's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
it tears me up
i tried to hold on but it hurts too much
i tried to forgive but it's not enough to make it all okay
you can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
i can't tell you something that ain't real
how can i give anymore?
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 say
it's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
i tried to hold on but it hurts too much
i tried to forgive but it's not enough to make it all okay
Annons