Can we get a little honest and find the right words for the now?
How many times have we stood here until I became desperate and you turned cruel?
I was already a flame and you were my gasoline
I burned blue after I turned to you
These violent evenings were a torture on the inside
I'm screaming so loud but no words are coming out
You're bursting at the seams, not saying anything cuz you don't wanna hurt me
But it does babe, it hurts anyway
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