Unspoken

I can't believe I'm down this road again

But I'm torn between what's in my heart and in my head

But the lack of your words speaks louder than if you really said them

But I'm sure it's all fiction and I'll wake up again

And oh, silence is like broken glass

And oh, it cuts you 'till you're bleeding out

There are so many nights I wake up drenched in my own sweat

Harboring on unsung songs and melodies of regret

So I'll wait here underneath the lamppost

Illuminated by the hope that love still exists

And it hasn't been shattered or torn and it's still within my grasp

But there's still a thought in the back of my head

Telling me hope is lost

And oh, silence is like broken glass

And oh, it cuts you 'till you're bleeding out

There are so many nights I wake up drenched in my own sweat

Harboring on unsung songs and melodies of regret