It’s probably what’s best for you
I only want the best for you
And if I’m not the best then you’re stuck
I tried to sever ties and I
Ended up with wounds to bind
Like you’re pouring salt in my cuts…
And I just ran out of band-aids
I don’t even know where to start
Cause you can’t bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart.
Even now I know what’s wrong
How could I be so sure?
If you never say what you feel
I must have held your hand so tight
You didn’t have the will to fight
I guess you needed more time to heal

Sofro por antecipação, morro antes de levar o tiro.