The Silence In Loneliness
but when morning comes and the cold creeps in I wake up and wish it's you and not him
He loves me out loud
never wants me quiet
there are no sounds of doubt
that ever make me question
but when morning comes
and the cold creeps in
I wake up and wish
it’s you and not him
so I drown all thoughts
bury my head in his chest
because the silence in loneliness
sounds no different than us. 
