Last Of Us

You'll build up your walls In guilty withdrawal I'll retreat, a prisoner living in my head No purpose in devotion Entertain why you'd burn our past Lamenting the minutes Was it a thrill to lie? Who'd you want to pay for these crimes? Few people Can envision their escape from these cycles This truce of yours will lead us blindly as we lapse in to the crash I doubt it's now you'll show restraint. Is this really worth saving? Now I know In my head I'm free to let this go It's something To think what could have been, for that I am alone Unaware Of all that could have come between that we could've moved beyond Is it a thrill to fight? Does it make you feel alive? To keep me doubting myself? All in disregard