If it's what you want, then don't talk.



We'll sit here in silence; no words, no letters.

We'll sit here in silence

because maybe it's better than realizing the truth we can't handle.



I feel as if I'm trying,

and I'm willing to die to make you realize our situation.



As if nothings enough, we could make it out alive and unharmed.



I keep this inside with the best intentions,

but it brings out the worst in what we have.



We will get out alive.

My stomach feels like caving in every time I hear these words,

"it's never too late and later is better than what we have."



I feel as if I'm trying.