If it's what you want, then don't talk.      We'll sit here in silence; no words, no letters.   We'll sit here in silence   because maybe it's better than realizing the truth we can't handle.      I feel as if I'm trying,   and I'm willing to die to make you realize our situation.      As if nothings enough, we could make it out alive and unharmed.      I keep this inside with the best intentions,   but it brings out the worst in what we have.      We will get out alive.   My stomach feels like caving in every time I hear these words,   "it's never too late and later is better than what we have."      I feel as if I'm trying.