Left Unsaid

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



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Lombardo, Chaithanya Dasari, Amber Malone
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