Too often we prattle on
Reaching out with thoughts alone
Unable to bring ourselves to speak
Seeking love, silently, not appear weak
Tucking misery in our chests to sleep
Breathing In
Just another walk through the woods
Too often we prattle on
Reaching out with thoughts alone
Unable to bring ourselves to speak
Seeking love, silently, not appear weak
Tucking misery in our chests to sleep
Breathing In 