So many things left unsaid
Picking up the pieces thinking about things we said
Hard for me to think about what's ahead
I wanted more
You wanted more
I guess we were gambling with love
Even though I had it all, I didn't have enough
Tell me is it cold, sleeping at night without my touch
What can I do?
What can I do when all of my fears come true
So many things left unsaid
Picking up the pieces thinking about things we said
Hard for me to think about what's ahead
