Suffering, is it enough to break you down?
Permanent, are you afraid to stick around? You'll speak when your spoken to.
You'll leave when I tell you to. So let me talk about this,
the story starts when the silence gets hit.
When its perfectly aligned to a bystanders bliss,
you tell me your the one for me,
and lives come to this,
don't tell me what is good for me,
don't f**ing stand and lie to me. Im done with trying to keep these hands clean,
don't with giving all just to prove what I mean. You'll speak. I cant keep holding this in,
when theres nothing to hold on to.
I cant keep pushing you back,
when your nothing to hold on to.