Answers, though we make it on our own,
you call us out to face this all alone
cos no-one ever wants to get calls like this
then it collapses then we all start to fall

cos this is cuttin me up
there's nothing left to be said
we take it back on ourselves i think i'm better off dead
didn't want to ever say goodbye

the words now collide as we wander alone
the endings are simple, beginnings overthorwn
and we wonder to what end we all just recieve cos
cut short lives and good times we wear on our sleeves

cos this is cuttin me up
there's nothing left to be said
we take it back on ourselves i think i'm better off dead
didn't want to ever say goodbye

silence kills