6 acessos
We tell ourselves
Reassuring "It's different this time"
We held our heads high and we lied
I don't want to be accountable for this
There's got to be a better way to handle it
It's every night
Hold your head high and ask why
We pulled the cloth over our own eyes
No one else saw through our cheap disguise
Look at the way you see fragments of memory
Can't remember it
The only thing I see
Hoping for something more