Let me hold you for the last time, it's thelast chance to feel again. But you broke me, now I can't feel anything. When I love you and so untrue - I can't even convince myself. When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else. It tears me up, I tried to hold on but it hurts too much. Ich tried to forgive but it's not enaugh - to make it all okay.
You can't play on broken strings. You can't feel anything, when your heart don't want to feel I can tell you something, that ain't real. The truth hurts and lies worse, so how can I give anymore? When I love you a little less, then before?
What are we doing? We are turning into dust. Playing house in the ruins of us. Running back through the fire, when there's nothing left to say. It's like chasing the very last Train, when we both know it's too late. Too late.
