Good Thing

There are no words I have to say
 In this moment
 You're asking me if I'm okay
 But I need time to process
 All these things that make me lose my focus
 And all these parts of me I had not noticed
 Before you came
 Before you came
 I know you think I'm being cold
 But I can't bear to look at you today
 'Cause every single time I do, I fear
 It might be the last time that you'll see me this way
 Way
 Way
 But I guess that's how we learn
 By setting fire to things that bring us life
 Before we've got to watch them burn
 And so I'll say goodbye
 Because I'd rather kill a good thing
 Than wait for it to die
 Die
 Die
 So draw your lines upon my skin
 For the very final time
 And I will colour all them in
 And retrace them until I
 Can't remember what it feels like
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