Life as a Maazara

Let me hold you, for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can't feel anything
When I love you, It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking, it's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up.
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts, And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Oh 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 save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again


För att citera Lena Philipsson :
Ont, det gör ont, men det går.
Det gör ont en stund på natten, men inget på dan.