oh little darling the path is so well tread
there is no use talking about it
it is better left tacit
gotta leave here
the twinge is all too real
anxiety and pressure is all I ever feel
gotta leave here and try to clear my head
but I won’t do no talking
it is better left unknown
something happening
it was out of my control
trapped confusion
sucking at my soul
something happening
a feel of morbid dread
no use trying to escape it
all in all it's just better left unsaid.
elfherself.
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