Saddest Landscape From All Of Those Lyrics

Knives whisper "It could be you". Knives whisper "It
could be any of us". We are all facing the end, and we
wanted more than this. Here are our scars, here is what
is left. "I love you" will not be enough to save us this
time. Let it rain until our final days, let it wash this
all way. I can count all of my friends on one hand, but I
would die for any of them, and I like to think that if I ever made that call, they would be there. I would never
have survived what you went through. I was always too
busy hating the sound of my voice to speak up, too busy
hating the way that I looked to fight for what was truly
needed. So let us toast to you and all of our broken
lives, the ones that we lived, the ones that we were
never meant to survive.