You know we are in trouble, when the heathen starts to pray
When the unruly child starts to stack some jars of clay
When the fashion of tomorrow seems too close to one today
When you say you love me and it's me who doesn't want to stay

You can tell that we are done, when the preacher cries for signs
When the surgeon doubts his practice and a mother leaves her child
When the artist can't play songs he wrote and teachers fails to see their worth
You can tell that we are done, when it's me who wants what's mine

You could count all my mistakes on stars that we can't even see
I can count all yours on less than one hand's fingers and I only have the three
I could drown my sorrows in some *****, but it seems more like your style
So I suppose that I'm the one to realise I'm not worth your while

Forgive yourself
We all get let down sometimes
Maybe you let someone else down
Maybe they let you down, too.
Hand in hand with uncommunicated expectations.

And it doesn’t have to be one person’s fault.

I made mistakes,
But so did you too.

We all make mistakes
We just have to learn from them
And grow

I never played with fire
I was too scared I'd get burnt
But, I played with you
And got myself hurt

i don’t trust you
to love me through
thick and thin,
when you’re
holding my hand
and when the
distances grow
unplanned,
to think of me
always and
not just when
you need a fan,
when you know
me by heart
but not understand,
to give me space
and not let me
push you away,
when i need your
presence and
your silence as well,
to help me through
my mistakes but
not ease the pain,
when you share
who you are with me
and i don’t get scared.