i'm not too good at leaving things unsaid
not to good at putting things to bed
could never just wait to see what's ahead
now i write letters, and I leave them unsent
i let it live in my head
because there's no point in seeing red
it's never worth the bloodshed
won't be the reason i see my deathbed
these things used to possess me
weighed me down and oppressed me
held me back and depressed me
until the day that you were dead to me
when i was mad, i know my words were senseless
your lack of emotion left you defenceless
my emotional waterfall was always endless
and now things have reached a quiet consensus
i've found a freedom in silence
it's rids me of the emotional violence
it was once a careful science
to not show i hoped for an alliance
sometimes i think up storms
of questions waiting to be asked
like "why'd you break my heart
when you knew it was made of glass?"
but i can't delude myself, with the idea you'd answer
with anything but echos of "i don't know"
sinking me down into the great below
and that ship sailed too long ago.
I'm just not someone prone to forget
anyone i was once thankful i met
now it's the thought in the back of my head
the letter always left unsent
