Unspoken and unfinished

Some things are meant to be and some are meant to end, but when it ends unfinished theres no other way than to pretend That everythings okay, the face on the inside sick of the games I had to play just to have it all condemned Love's not suppose to feel this way, hate's not suppose to stay in the empty space where my feelings used to play Some things are meant to be and some are meant to end, but when it ends unfinished theres no other way than to pretend That everything's okay after being shamelessly played became the order of the day Clarity has been given, to a mind that has been riven with the fear of losing what it loved the most Now that its been lost, the trust forever broken there is still so much that has been left unspoken