It Burns Lyrics & Chords By 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.