There is not a single word, in the whole world
That could describe the hurt the dullest knife just sawing and back and forth
And ripping through the softest skin there ever was
How were you to know?
Well, how were you to know?
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I’ve been there before
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I’ve been there before
Love, happens all the time, to people who aren’t kind
And heroes who are blind,
Expecting perfect script in movie scenes
Once an awkward silence mystery
How were you to know?
Well how were you to know, oh, oh?
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes, get darker as they close
But I’ve been there before
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes, get darker as they close
But I’ve been there before
For all the air that’s in your lungs
For all the joy that is to come
For all the things that you’re alive to feel
Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal
Well, how were you to know?
Well, how were you to know?
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes, get darker as they close
But I’ve been there before
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes, get darker as they close
But I’ve been there before
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PARAMORE
RandomI'm in a band. I don't go to church every Sunday. I love punk rock music. Sometimes I use swear words a lot. I respect and admire gay men and women. I'm obsessed with horror films. I know what shame feels like. And guess what old man? Jesus is still...
