Unsaid
Walk in these, here's a pair of shoes
I used to walk in fear, fear of leaving you
Scared to go, I stayed
Saying only what you let me say
Don't speak, there's really no need
Be quiet, I only want to hear the leaves
Beneath your feet, we said this all before
Close the door, close the door
Don't go on, go away
I've got no more words to say
End the song, no, we can't
Go through the gate
Yeah, you tried, take a break
If I'm wrong then that's okay
If you've got something to say, too bad
It's better left unsaid
(Said, said, said)
(Unsaid, said)
Pull the plug, don't resuscitate
Let it die quick, no drugs, rather pain than lies
We both will agree, we both disagree
So let's agree, let's be free
Don't go on, go away
I've got no more words to say
End the song, no, we can't
Go through the gate
Yeah, you tried, take a break
If I'm wrong then that's okay
If you've got something to say, too bad
It's better left unsaid
(Said, said, said)
(Unsaid, said)
Why you wanna kill me with your lips?
Won't you rather love me with your kiss?
I could be better without this
Loving you used to be such bliss
If you give me hell, I will not miss
These words, they hurt
Don't go on, go away
I've got no more words to say
End the song, no, we can't
Go through the gate
Yeah, you tried, take a break
If I'm wrong then that's okay
If you've got something to say, too bad
It's better left unsaid
(Said, said, said)
(Unsaid, said)
It's better left unsaid
(Said, said, said)
(Unsaid, said)
It's better left unsaid
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