Feeling all alone in a crowded room
Wishing you could know how much I need you
Words are hard to say when it's personal
Heads get in the way of something beautiful

And my blood runs cold
As the days grow old
 
When the sweetness tastes bitter, life is a riddle
Spinning inside my head
When something this little gets lost in the middle 
Of things you never said 
All the things you never said
 
Memories made of glass in a broken frame
Never thought to ask if I was to blame
 
And my blood runs cold
As the days grow old
 
When the sweetness tastes bitter, life is a riddle
Spinning inside my head
When something this little gets lost in the middle 
Of things you never said 
All the things you never said
 
It's a fictional cloud telling rumors about me
It's a merry go round in the deep blue sea

When the sweetness tastes bitter, life is a riddle
Spinning inside my head
When something this little gets lost in the middle 
Of things you never said 

When the sweetness tastes bitter, life is a riddle
Spinning inside my head
When something this little gets lost in the middle 
Of things you never said 
All the things you never said