A shade of salt in an open wound Maybe healed the injury but caused inflammation
My actions remain as oppositions
A helping hand pushed away Will shivers run through your body Will tears reflect the real you
Does this last strike mean eight years of friendship Cause when passion fades and roads divorce
There must be more than three empty words And if there's one person i could say sorry to it would be you But i could speak to walls Old frictions still unspoken new songs stay unheard And yet another part of me dies
Will shivers run through your body Will tears reflect the real you Does this last strike mean eight years of friendship Cause when passion fades and roads divorce There must be more than three empty words Empty words i hung weight on an unraveled rope Removed the center of gravity until it broke I never walked away from my mistakes My mistake
by self-compassion something precious dented And if there's one person i could say sorry to it would be you
I know how you feel a shade of salt in an open wound Maybe healed the injury but caused inflammation My actions remain as oppositions
A helping hand pushed away Will shivers run through your body Will tears reflect the real you
Does this last strike mean eight years of friendship Cause when passion fades and roads divorce There's more reason to heal broken words heal broken words.