MUSIC FOR SALE

You are the darkness I run from through the night Yet you look me in the eye and say That everything is alright. Invisible chains Still tangled in my hands Unseen bruises on my skin No one understands.

Even you can’t see them, The quiet cuts you leave So you tighten up the restraints While I'm struggling to breathe...

It’s not what’s in front of you, It’s what you cannot see— That’s the deepest, quiet damage That you ever gave to me. You can hold onto someone, But you cannot force the change And no one walks away a winner When you’re breaking all the frames. If it’s broken, why keep trying? Can’t sell a story When nobody’s buying...

We were crafted differently, Spun from different days We could spend a lifetime arguing Lost inside the gray. There is one thing I know for certain, One thing that stays real: You can’t force a frozen heart To feel the way you feel. Can’t fight a battle That was finished long ago Can’t take back the bitter cold Once the wind begins to blow.

It’s not what’s in front of you, It’s what you cannot see— That’s the deepest, quiet damage That you ever gave to me. You can hold onto someone, But you cannot force the change And no one walks away a winner When you’re breaking all the frames. If it’s broken, why keep trying? Can’t sell a story When nobody’s buying...

You don’t get to choose to just forget When it’s easier for you And you cannot call it "one", my dear, When we both know it was two. You can’t pick apart the flaws in me To wash away your guilt, Or lay the blame upon my door For the house we failed to build... And you can’t just sit in silence now With nothing left to say, And expect my breaking heart to smile And tell you it’s okay.

Because it’s not what’s in front of you... It’s what you never chose to see. That was the heaviest damage That was ever done to me. You held on so tight... Trying to make me change... Can’t sell a story When the pages turn to gray.

It’s not okay... Invisible chains fall to the floor. You can't take it back anymore.