"The Note" lyrics

"The Note"

Finding fault is never easy
Least of all when it's always yours
Just a fragment of a broken will
And a sentence from a note left on the floor

I never told you that I wouldn't leave you
I only said I couldn't go on

A stoic manner begets a fever
Which boils inside my dormant heart
A lack of action betrays a purpose
That's fueled me from the very start

I never told you that I wouldn't leave you
I only said I couldn't go on and on and on
I never told that I wouldn't hold you
I said I couldn't hold on

A fleeting moment in my lifetime
Creates a memory that will never fade
A change in passion much more than scenery
Creates a life that is never staid

I never told you that I wouldn't leave you
I said I couldn't go on and on and on
I never told you that I wouldn't hold you
I said I couldn't hold on

But you never really wanted to know
I never told you that I wouldn't hold you
I said I couldn't hold on


Writer(s): Matt Squire, Lucas Banker, Logan Mader, Adam Ryan Thomas
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