I'm wearing a smile that doesn't quite fit ||we are still here complete song

I'm wearing a smile that doesn't quite fit. Like a candle that's burned to the very last bit. The walls are closing. They're whispering names. Of all of my failures and all of my shames, I'm walking on glass in a house made of pride. With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. It's a long cold winter in the middle of June. Singing a sad and a broken old tune. The world keeps on turning, but I'm standing still. Chasing a ghost at the top of the hill. The hunger is deep and the mercy is thin. How do you lose when you never could win? My hands are callous from holding the rope in tug of war between maybe and hope. The death is a mountain. The ocean is dry and I've forgotten the reason we even should try. I'm a king of a kingom of dust and of rust. Turning my dreams into handfuls of dust. Don't ask me how. Don't ask me why. I've used up the stars in my piece of the sky. I'm tired of being the one who is strong when everything right has been turned into wrong. It's a long cold winter in the middle of June. Singing a sad and a broken old tomb. The world keeps on turning, but I'm standing still. Chasing a ghost at the top of the hill. The hunger is deep and the mercy is thin. How do you lose when you never could win? The silence is heavy. The stars are gone. But I'll keep on dragging the shadow till dawn. The art of breaking. The art of breaking. M I'm writing my story we think made a sweat on pages of paper that are soaking in wet. The engine is screaming but the wheels never turn. I'm the bridge and the fire. I'm the one left to burn. I got silver in my hair lit in my soul. Trying to fill up the bottomless hole. And it's a long dark walk on the wire so thin. Losing the battle before we begin. The sky is the ceiling starting to fall. We're shouting for help to a brick covered wall. It's the art of breaking without making a sound. In a beautiful world where the heavy are at midnight just to check if I'm real. To see if there's anything left I can't feel. The shadows are hungry. They're eating the light while I'm trading my piece for a piece of the pie. The map that they gave me is missing the way. And tomorrow is just a repeat of today. Is there a God for the broken and poor, for the ones who can't knock on the luxury door? I'm tired of brave. And I'm tired of strong. I just want a place where I finally belong. And it's a long dark walk on a wire. Nothing thin. Losing the battle before we begin. The sky is a ceiling starting to fall. We're shouting for help to a brick covered wall. It's the art of breaking without making a sound. In a beautiful world, whether heavy or down, when we are breaking, when the silence is loud, just another rose in a faceless crowd. The moon is a pale witness tonight to a heart that's lost its will to fight. I'm tracing circles in the dust where we used to build our sacred trust. Now the air is thin and the light is dim and the world is just a cage in. I'm learning how to breathe without your air. Finding your silver strands on every chair. It's a slow poison, a silent war. I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm drowning in a dry, dark well. Living in a heaven that feels like hell. Your memory is a blade that cuts so deep. A secret that my soul can no longer keep. How do I mend what's turned stone in this crowded world? I'm utterly alone. I'm drowning in a dry, dark, living in a heaven that feels like hell. Your memory is a pain that cuts so deep. A secret that my soul can no longer keep. The stars are fading out of sight. Like broken dreams we couldn't write. I'm tracing lines I can't erase. Through every tear upon my face. Now every breath just feels too thin. Like air beneath my skin. I'm learning how to stand alone in empty rooms that on my home. It's a cold silence in this. I don't recognize me anymore. I'm sinking in a hollow shell. Living in a fragile spell. Your memory is fire and ice. A quiet pain. I paid the price. How do I heal what I can in this crowded world? I'm still alive. I'm falling slowly, losing ground to every ghost that still surrounds.