Something Left Unsaid

May 21, 1998

Blind as a bat
You’ll crawl like the rat
That you are
My dying star

Oh, baby, did you miss something
Aside from the fact that you cannot sing?
I think you did my little pet
It’s my heart, that you forgot to get

You’re lips are moving but nothing's coming out
Perhaps it’s the blade in your lungs preventing your shout
Here, let me help you pull it free
Oh, no, wait! I’ll leave you alone, like you did me

So, until next time, of which there will not be
I’ll think of you, and think ‘perhaps that you weren’t for me’

Still, I feel like there’s something left unsaid
But, oh well, it doesn’t matter now...

You’re dead


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