Things unsaid

Some things meant to be said
Are left hidden.
Some things better left unsaid
Laid in the open.

What can I tell you
That will make everything new?
What can I tell you
That will end all that have been wrong?

Too many days have passed
Good times never last.
I am still standing here,
At the same place where I had last shed a tear.

The radio plays the old songs
You and I used to love.
You and I
The ones that had never been
The ones that will never be.
You and I,
A story that began in my mind,
A page that was never turned.