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