There comes a time when we have to stop talking with our hearts,
That time is when we realise the person listens with nothing but their ears,
But how do we stop our hearts from speaking?
And learn to let only our mouths make the noise?
For nothing is louder than a heart spilling words, when they’re falling upon deaf ears.



I drive past your house sometimes,
In the hope I’ll see your light on,
How can I feel so close to you looking up?

I’ll never knock, or call your phone,
I don’t want to be a bother,
I just wish you could feel how it felt to be left out here alone.