A shade of salt in an open wound
Maybe healed the injury but caused inflammation
My actions remain as oppositions
A helping hand pushed away
Will shivers run through your body
Will tears reflect the real you
Does this last strike mean eight years of friendship
Cause when passion fades and roads divorce
There must be more than these empty words
And if there's one person I could say sorry to it would be you
But I could speak to walls
Old frictions still unspoken new songs stay unheard
And yet another part of me dies
Will shivers run through your body
Will tears reflect the real you
Does this last strike mean eight years of friendship
Cause when passion fades and roads divorce
There must be more than these empty words
Empty words I hung weight on an unraveled rope
Removed the center of gravity until it broke
I never walked away from my mistakes my mistake
By self-compassion something precious dented
And if there's one person I could say sorry to it would be you
I know how you feel a shade of salt in an open wound
Maybe healed the injury but caused inflammation
My actions remain as oppositions
A helping hand pushed away
Will shivers run through your body
Will tears reflect the real you
Does this last strike mean eight years of friendship
Cause when passion fades and roads divorce
There's more reason to heal broken words heal broken words
