Hold, your breath and lend an ear, or wait for it to break
We, the witness and the difference of success and of mistake
With just the words unwritten, spoken of the quiet is a lie
You hold the answer but you're too afraid to try
Take, my hand when no one sees, to hide the plainest sight
We, the mixture of a certainly uncertain oversight
Without a word admitted, spoken out, the quiet keeps it true
You think you're running but I'm walking next to you
So give, it up and let me in, your walls are in my way
You, the story of the only one, "the one that got away"
With just the words unspoken, covered up, the quiet is your mask
You thought I'd never say, but you just had to ask
Now hold, it back and try to give, your honesty a way
We, defeated by this game for two, we never meant to play
With all the words conceded, written and the quiet left to bleed
Your broken silence is the only truth I need