there are some things you can know
what i tell you is what you should believe
and then...
and then there are some things
that i would rather die than utter them
even with my last breath you'll never know
its not that i don't trust you
but these words are poison
they'll tear you apart
reach for you as if..
as if i kissed you
as if i poured them into you veins
i won't let them touch you
somethings are better left for the dead
somethings are better left unsaid
ignorance is bliss so,
be glad my words won't reach you
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