Someday these things that hunt us will be memories
and we will not look back on them fondly
But maybe we'll be proud that we made it
So let that be our promise
Someday these things that hunt us will be memories
and we will not look back on them fondly
But maybe we'll be proud that we made it
So let that be our promise
When I push you away
most times
I don't do it on purpose
I'm just trying to stay
in my mind
level-headed and focused
'Cause it hurts to exist
every day
with these feelings that choke me
If I could just be free
someway
then I would let you love me