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.
The walls were tied (?), we feel in love and love for us was just enough!
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But we don't know how to let it go.
