Unspoken

If I rip you apart to get the answers within
I'd be wasting my time, it's easier to give in
Turn your back to hide the taste in your mouth
Sitting there on your tongue, but you can't spit it out
You can't spit it out

Each time every answer's the same
Say it once and you'll say it again
You prefer and lie to the pain, unspoken

If I told you that the games were not made to be won
Could you handle the shame of knowing all that you'd done?
Would you turn the backs of those you lost in the crowd?
Sitting there on your tongue, but you can't spit it out

Each time every answer's the same
Say it once and you'll say it again
You prefer and lie to the pain, unspoken