From the album
A Liar Wrote This
Maybe we’re out of time…all our signs, wasted.
Maybe we’ve reached goodbye? Still, we tried, we tried.
Maybe we’re meant to die with our hands empty...
I’m not giving up...
And were times really so hard you would walk out?
You’d break me, you’d crush me, you promised you loved me.
And was I really that mistake that made you hate yourself and give up on me?
I’m sorry…I’m sorry… Please don’t give up me.
Or just let go of me.
We’re wasting our time, our lives.
Or maybe I could tell you that I never meant to hurt you,
Forget me, forgive me, please...
Maybe I could tell you this was never meant to hurt,
But now you’re asking too much from me.