the better things are left unsaid. no voices speaking in
rhetoric.the eyes deceive your mind. they tell you that
the satellites are stars.digging holes instead of moving
mountains. listening for whispers in a world that’s
always shouting. we both knew it was the end before the
end was said. it’s dead and buried. we’re dead and
buried. the better things are left unsaid. no voices
speaking in rhetoric. what is love? a constant reminder?
a fire that starts and never burns out? if what they say
is true, the better things are left unsaid. oh yeah, i
see the thoughts are spinning. right now there is no
just walk away. you’re gone, and i will never regret it.