Há de Sarar

I know that poorly managed expectation can kill
I know the fault is mine
The truth is I thought it would change

It was two steps forward
And then eight back
I know silence is consent
But my silence asks to stay

I know that, one day, the wound will heal
And I know that the farewell, even cold, is to accept

It was two steps forward
And then eight back
I know silence is consent
But my silence asks you to stay