this life is full of broken bones
and broken things and broken wings
fulfill my wants, destroy my needs
you're forgetting it's my hand that feeds
i'll forget about you now,
i'll think about forgiving later
i know everything you never told me
you're not as secret as you wish you were
i hate secrets more than anything.
i'll stay to die with you, only because
i love to see you cry
i love to hear you scream
..with lack of better term.
destroy yourself, burn the books on the shelf
i'm coming home tonight, but i lost the key.
i'm forgetting about you as we speak
i'll probably forgive you sometime next week
you never told me you were scared of flying
i've mistaken you for saying you're prepared for dying.
the words, the kisses, oh the tears over the years
i'm not even sure this will bite,
you can keep a secret right?