[male
vocals] (
Instrumental
intro
with
melancholic
piano
chords
and
soft
flute
melody)
You
sit
across
the
table
now,
the
silence
heavy
in
the
room
You
talk
about
a
second
chance,
you
say
that
we
can
heal
the
gloom
But
memories
are
jagged
glass,
they
cut
me
deep
beneath
the
skin
I’
m
looking
for
the
version
of
the
love
that
we
were
living
in
You
call
it
growth,
I
call
it
ghosts,
of
all
the
things
we
left
behind
I’
m
trying
to
ignore
the
way
your
secrets
started
to
unwind
I
wanted
us
to
work
so
bad,
I
begged
you
not
to
walk
away
But
you
chose
the
open
door
and
left
me
in
the
disarray.
So
tell
me
what
is
different
if
we
try
again?
Are
we
just
rewriting
all
the
same
mistakes
and
playing
pretend?
Why
should
I
believe
that
you
have
changed
the
core
of
who
you
are?
I
still
carry
every
single
bruise
and
every
hidden
scar (
Violin
melodies
soar
over
the
beat)
If
we
try
again,
will
the
cycle
just
begin
once
more?
I’
m
standing
at
the
threshold,
staring
at
the
closing
door.
I
remember
how
you
told
me
that
I’
m
seeing
things
all
wrong
You
said
I
was
a
narcissist,
you
kept
me
waiting
for
so
long
Just
because
I
felt
the
sting
of
how
you
played
the
game
with
them
You
acted
so
comfortable,
you
didn't
care
to
stem
the
hem
Of
all
the
lies
you
folded
in
the
fabric
of
our
sweet
routine
I
was
looking
for
a
partner,
you
were
busy
with
the
scene
Now
you’
re
back
with
empty
hands
and
promises
that
ring
so
thin
Asking
me
to
open
up
the
place
where
you
have
always
been.
So
tell
me
what
is
different
if
we
try
again?
Are
we
just
rewriting
all
the
same
mistakes
and
playing
pretend?
Why
should
I
believe
that
you
have
changed
the
core
of
who
you
are?
I
still
carry
every
single
bruise
and
every
hidden
scar (
Violin
melodies
soar
over
the
beat)
If
we
try
again,
will
the
cycle
just
begin
once
more?
I’
m
standing
at
the
threshold,
staring
at
the
closing
door.
You
said
you
needed
space
to
breathe,
I
gave
you
all
the
room
you
sought
I
spent
the
lonely
nights
in
bed
reflecting
on
the
fight
we
fought
But
now
you’
re
here,
you’
re
pulling
strings,
you
want
the
comfort
back
again
I’
m
tired
of
the
guessing
games,
I’
m
tired
of
the
pain,
my
friend.
So
tell
me
what
is
different
if
we
try
again?
Are
we
just
rewriting
all
the
same
mistakes
and
playing
pretend?
Why
should
I
believe
that
you
have
changed
the
core
of
who
you
are?
I
still
carry
every
single
bruise
and
every
hidden
scar (
Violin
melodies
soar
over
the
beat)
If
we
try
again,
will
the
cycle
just
begin
once
more?
I’
m
standing
at
the
threshold,
staring
at
the
closing
door. (
Choir
joins
in
with
warm,
resonant
vocal
harmonies)
Try
again,
try
again,
why
should
we
try
again?
Only
to
lose
it,
only
to
break
it
Try
again,
try
again (
Music
fades
out
with
solo
flute
and
piano)
Dr.
Rey