Letra da Música: It Burns - Funeral Diner

In reference to what, sew my mouth shut. And Move Out.
Because there's no room for you anymore, or anyone. But at
least I was wrong about this, but not everything. And
everything's changed but me. And I rather fight, dear, than
do nothing. Another change of plans, but I think I can cope
with this. So give me another chance to give this up. I
swear it will stay the same this time.