My story is written almost word-to-word
in your eyes,
our palms' heartlines
look so similar.
But do you know how much I fear
that this will end up stabbing me in the back.
This could be what I've been wishing for,
but what will I do after?
Give me the answers,
you know that I need them,
because it's so goddamn hard to trust
in just scraps of the truth.
Give me the answers,
I won't force you, but you know it'd help.
Nothing is as painfully tormenting
as uncertainty.
I don't believe in love,
it was left in ancient history,
and nonetheless I've done fine
on being on my own so far.
We laughed at emotional fools,
there's no way that could've happened to us.
You brought life to the buried feeling in me,
but what will you do to it?
Give me the answers,
you know that I need them,
because it's so goddamn hard to trust
in just scraps of the truth.
Give me the answers,
I won't force you, but you know it'd help.
Nothing is as painfully tormenting
as uncertainty.
Give me the answers,
you know that I need them,
because it's so goddamn hard to trust
in just scraps of the truth.
Give me the answers,
I won't force you, but you know it'd help.
Nothing is as painfully tormenting
as uncertainty.