Bittersweet

Its 2 am and I wanna go to bed, but I'm sitting here thinking. I cant clear my head cause I wonder what shes doing. When will we meet again?

Now its closer to 3, and still no sleep. There's a song on my heart, and though i cant sing I write down all these words that i hope and pray will find their way to the ears of a girl who's been broken and down on her knees. She swears she has faith in Jesus but she wants to see.

This is the song she never heard. This is the song that I should have sang her. She gave me every chance. I had her heart held in my hands. I'm just not that good with these words.

I hope that some day when these seasons have changed
she'll look back and she'll see the love that we made.
How it carried me away and made me a man with a reason to sing…
Sing a song for a girl who's broken and down on her knees.
She screams all alone "Please Jesus, help me to see…"

This is the song she never heard. This is the song that I should have sang her. She gave me every chance. I had her heart held in my hands.
Im just not that good with these words.

This is the love that she deserved. this is the love that I should have shown her. Now it's just bittersweet to want the win, admit defeat, and smile cause I know shes where she wants to be.

She's happy she's free.
She's free from the pain that I caused her, the nights that grew longer,
all heavy on her broken heart.

This is the song she never heard. This is the song that I should have sang her. I'm just not that good with these words.