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.