Whispers

Oh, our faces were down

our faces were down, on the grass for way too long

our legs were fractured, but we're holding on

this is a war and yet i'm sure we ain't gonna leave it

to leave it unhurt

we will fight with guns and roses

to bring this life back to what it used be

to bring our heart back to something wich seems to beat

and we're back to this

too proud to share a single tear

we won't forget all the mistakes we've made

this was nothing but a passing trend

we won't forget all the promises we've made

and all the fucks we've had

you're so done of smiling at our lies

so tired of turning round

we're so done of masking our cries

tired of turning round

we will fight with guns and roses

to make this life worth the price to live it

this is gonna be a fucking bloodshed

Oh, we're tearing up the skin

what are you hoping for ? what are we holding on ?

ask us to forget, and regret that we won't

ask us to forgive, believe that we can't

but who the fuck do you think we are ?

there's no peace, no solace just an endless whis-per

just endless rumors about ourselves

about ourselves.