We stayed up so late that night.
I can still hear the words that you said.
You told me we'd have no secrets and that you weren't afraid of death.
But before we can be honest with each other, we need to stop lying to ourselves.
Because if you're not afraid to die, then you must've never really felt alive.
So when the dirt replaces the sky, and our bodies get eaten alive,
will your friends be too brave to cry? Because they're not scared that everything dies.
My father rarely shows emotion;
it's just not the way he was raised.
But as his mother's memory wasted away,
I saw the pain in his face.
Her husband still says he is proud of me in everything that I do,
and that's something I'll never lose.
I can still hear the words that you said.
You told me we'd have no secrets and that you weren't afraid of death.
But before we can be honest with each other, we need to stop lying to ourselves.
Because if you're not afraid to die, then you must've never really felt alive.
So when the dirt replaces the sky, and our bodies get eaten alive,
will your friends be too brave to cry? Because they're not scared that everything dies.
My father rarely shows emotion;
it's just not the way he was raised.
But as his mother's memory wasted away,
I saw the pain in his face.
Her husband still says he is proud of me in everything that I do,
and that's something I'll never lose.