Loving You in Silence.mp3

No matter how hard I try, it never feels like enough.
This song is for the ones who keep pushing through the noise — who work, care, give, and still end the day wondering if they did anything right.
It’s not self-pity… it’s exhaustion, honesty, and the quiet ache of wanting to matter.
I wrote this for everyone who feels like they’re always falling short — when really, they’ve been carrying the world the whole time. 💜

Not Enough

This song is part of my fourth studio album, Endlessly Yours.

🎶 About this song:
Betrayal cuts deeper than silence. Why Couldn't You Be is the story of love built on lies, a heart torn apart by hidden truths, and the strength it takes to finally break free.

🌍 Stream “Why Couldn't You Be” on all platforms and be part of the journey.

🎵 Song: Why Couldn't You Be
🎤 Artist: Britney McClearn
✍️ Songwriter: Christopher Haines
💽 ISRC: GXFSV2400044

© 2024 – 2025 Christopher Haines. All rights reserved.

"Why Couldn't You Be" – Endlessly Yours Album (Track 10)

Picture a porch at dusk, the weight of the world feeling heavy. Then, a melody starts—a simple, honest ballad about the courage to believe in yourself when no one else does. It’s a song that finds profound strength in simplicity, mapping the journey from weathered doubt to worn-in hope, and leaving the listener with a feeling of warm, unwavering positivity.

Believe In Yourself

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A jacket on the backseat, the radio playing, the night feels like ours. But sooner or later you know: a moment like this can’t last forever. A summer gone too fast – but never completely fading.

Eine Jacke liegt auf dem Rücksitz, das Radio läuft, die Nacht gehört uns. Doch irgendwann merkt man: So ein Moment hält nicht für immer. Ein Sommer, der zu schnell vorbei war – aber nie ganz verschwindet.

Midnight Breeze

I still see your jacket on the backseat glow
Ashtray full, windows down, late-night radio
You laughed like trouble, I swore I was grown
But the morning came quick and it cut to the bone

And the radio lights keep fading
Like the summer we burned through fast
I was running, you were waiting
But nothing that wild can last
No nothing that wild can last

You pulled me in with a crooked grin
Said, “Kid, don’t you ever let the daylight win”
I believed every word, like a fool, like a song
But the truth never cared if the timing was wrong

And the radio lights keep fading
Like the summer we burned through fast
I was running, you were waiting
But nothing that wild can last
No nothing that wild can last

Maybe I owe you more than I can say
You broke me down in your own sweet way
And I’ve been chasing shadows ever since that day
Ever since that day

Now the radio lights keep fading
As the night spins out of my hands
I was running, you were waiting
But nothing that wild can stand
No nothing that wild can stand

I still hear your voice on the midnight breeze
Like smoke on the water, like a ghost in the trees
And I drive these roads, but they don’t bring me back
Guess nothing that wild can last

Midnight Breeze

The radio hums, a low vibration,
Static blooms like ghosts in the wire.
Her voice drifts through the modulation,
Soft as smoke, pulling me higher.
I tune the dial, my hands are shaking,
Each sound feels almost alive.
Streetlights buzz with quiet breathing,
Their glow hums the shape of her name.
I follow the sound where the town is sleeping,
But every road just loops the same.
Something beneath the air is turning,
And I swear the signal sighs.
I can hear her say,
“Don’t trust the dawn, it lies.”
Every word cuts through the haze,
Like a warning from another sky.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
And I can’t tell if she’s ahead or behind,
Or just a memory trapped in the line.
The diner’s gone, just fog and power,
The wires hum, the ground hums back.
I trace her song through the old watchtower,
But the clock hands never track.
A shape in the glass moves when I don’t, 
It’s her smile, but it’s not her eyes.
Her voice cracks through the rain,
“Keep talking, I’m close this time.”
But the echo falls apart again,
Lost in the hum of the power lines.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
And I can’t tell if she’s ahead or behind,
Or just a memory trapped in the line.
Maybe the town is dreaming me,
Maybe I’m the ghost she tries to reach.
Maybe the signal’s not from her at all, 
Just the sound of something calling back from the breach.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
So I’ll keep the line alive tonight,
Through the static and electric light.
If she’s still out there, I’ll hear her sigh,
Through the dead frequency, where echoes lie.


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