Unsaid
I'm waiting for the night
to finally fall,
I'm sitting on my couch at home
and I'm writing this song;
no, these words don't belong
here - they're not mine
but they align
just in time
and now I lie awake in bed,
I still shake when I think back
but it's too late to alter that,
I guess
some things remain to drive you mad
poison your thoughts and spin your head
around the immutable fact
that they are left to be
unsaid
you tell me
that I've been talking in my sleep
and you wanna know
if there's sorrowful
secrets that I keep;
I say "These words don't belong
to me, they're not mine!
They send chills down spine,
too - every time!"
and now I lie awake in bed,
I still shake when I think back
but it's too late to alter that,
I guess
some things remain to drive you mad
poison your thoughts and spin your head
around the immutable fact
that they are left to be
unsaid