Some word are better left unsaid,
Some loves are better not expressed.
And tears can be held in instead,
What do we bear with feelings undressed?
And how we can live on and on,
Forgetting these feelings
And finding a way to move on,
Knowing what we felt is better left unsaid.
When we speak we shake the trees,
And all of their fragile shaking leaves.
But yet we remain silent and still,
Consigning our love to a hidden will.
So take another sip,
Fill up your vessel,
Cement over the landfill,
Build the pyre up.
Into our mystery we take another dip,
This love is a hassle,
This love has the urge to kill,
Drink the poison in our cup.