• By Resurrecting Chivalry

    It must've been the reason for every little crack,
    now set in my heart, for everything I've ever failed at.
    Our history is ugly, that’s why my future is so black.
    It's been standing in the doorway, and I can't escape through the back.
    I'm not ready, cut me some slack, I haven't yet atoned for all that I lack.

    I couldn’t tell back then, and I still can't see how...
    Why are you here? Didn't I vow?...
    After every tear I gave to you, I simply can't allow...
    To start again... to start AGAIN!? This can't be starting now....

    Maker, maker, I've met my match.
    I'm ready to fall if you're ready to catch.
    I'm ready to break if you're ready to patch.
    I'm ready to lay, if you're ready to hatch again.
    Say when,
    We'll start over, and then...

    The brush of skin against my face.
    The imprint of arms around her waist.
    I can smile into a friendly embrace.
    Have you ever held the world?

    I'd like to take that dream for a whirl...
    I know better than to trust, lest my will soon unfurl.
    I won't let all I've learned be hurled,
    out the window...
    so far below...
    and cross this city...
    ages ago...
    to a place so warm....
    where nothing ever grows...
    no one ever goes...
    water doesn't flow..
    like the train of thought I'd like to follow...
    to lead me to say the words I've never bestowed...
    Why are you here, now? I think I know...
    And I'm sorry but, I’ll never let you go.