• Some things are better left unsaid.
    Rotting slowly within my head.
    Protecting those I hope to save,
    Secrets alone will fill my grave.

    Some truths are best when left untold
    Demons for my casket to hold
    Never knowing what you'd say
    Fearing that you would run away.

    Some secrets belong inside graves
    keeping my living soul a slave
    Until one day I will pass on
    And all my mistakes will be gone.