These pages have been torn much longer than before
The book had a chance to be written.
The ink isn’t even set and already I regret almost every decision.
So many chances to come clean.
But now the one face down in the dirt is me.
I am the one unclean.
So unaware of the path ahead.
No shortage of problems at bay.
Too many turns towards uncertain ends.
So many ways to lose my way.
This is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing
But I won’t let you know.
(Not knowing is better than knowing it’s not)
That this is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing,
An explanation you’re always guessing.
A song that I swear that you’ll never sing
But I won’t let you know.
(Not knowing is better than knowing it’s not)
This is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing,
But I won’t let you know at all.
I’ve watched so many hours pass knowing I can never get them back.
I can’t take back the past, I spend my future remembering that.
This is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing
But I won’t let you know.
(Not knowing is better than knowing it’s not)
That this is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing,
An explanation you’re always guessing.
A song that I swear that you’ll never sing
But I won’t let you know.
(Not knowing is better than knowing it’s not)
This is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing,
But I won’t let you know at all.
What do I know?
If knowing is half the battle,
Will I ever be prepared for war?