At times I feel like I'm alone when you're around,
It takes the scream to pierce the silence with a sound,
How did we let it get so far?
Did we forget along the way just who we are?
Chorus:
It wasn't me who jumped the gun and broke the silence,
Fills me up, up to the brim,
Let's not pretend as if we had so much to say,
Anyway, anyway, anyway.
At times it feels as if we're broken from the start,
It seems to take so much to pull ourselves apart,
Can we regain just what we had?
Is this the dream we chose to chase or are we mad?
Chorus
It wasn't me who jumped the gun and broke the silence,
Oh, I didn't break it,
It wasn't me who jumped the gun and broke the silence,
Fills me up, up to the brim.