Paroles: Scars On 45. Don't Say.

I'm sick of the silence
I shake as I give my point of view
I'll wait till your heads locked
& trap the blame back on you
why wont you believe me?
because I keep staring at my shoes
I try and move closer
& open the floodgates locked on you


baby please,
dont say it wont get better
dont say it all looks down
dont say it can't get better
you scare me out of town

you thinkin' it's easy
to go and give up but dont give in
I'll crack if she leaves me
I'll squeeze her to death if we should win


baby please,
dont say it wont get better
dont say it all looks down
dont say it can't get better
you scare me out of town

I'm sick of the silence
forget why i give my point of view.