It's the truth not the lies that'll hurt the ones we love.

So I tried my best to be good enough.

Can somebody tell me if this is really happening?

If you care enough to save me, I won't let this define me.

With love blind eyes things seem fine...

(I wish someone would tell me, if this is really happening.

If you care enough to save me, I won't let this define me.)

Until they grow tired of staring into the light.

Your love takes on the shape of suffering and silently I wish

That I was anybody but me, anybody but me, anybody but me.

Your wraith.

Well trained eyes find that things are not alright.

It's no surprise that I got so good at fucking up.

(I wish someone would tell me this isn't really happening.

No one came to save me. I can't let this define me.)

There's times when I pretend you never made it home.

When I take my time I can make things seem fine

Because I got tired of hiding you from the ones I love.

(At least I thought I did.)

We thought we had it all.

The only thing we own is what we can give.

If we can't forgive then we'll never know how far we've really come.

You're not a slave, to your past. you're not a slave.