You have some nerve,
thinking those thoughts
There are many things I am unsure of,
but never have I once questioned my love for you

What I question is why I feel pain,
whenever you are away
I thought this was something I could handle,
yet a day without you feels like a year in hell

What I don't question is why the words haven't left my mouth
It has less to do with my last mistake,
and more to do with me not wanting to repeat
(but maybe I'm just scared)

Then I question how you would respond
Surely if I don't receive the words back,
my heart will shatter once more
(for once I'm afraid of the silence)