History
"All the "no, I'm fines" and the fighting and the
crying and the 3ams staying up all night with
your lies.
Between these walls you and me have said it all
and when silence falls all our frozen words keep
the score.
History it teaches nothing, pain is the only
sound. It's cold where the fires burning and we
crave what brings us down But we don't know
how to let it go.
It's a battlefield of scars out numbering the
stars, weighing heavy on my heart just a ghost
of who we are.
There was a time we fell in love and love for us
was just enough.
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But we don't know how to let it go.