Thoughts Unsaid (then forgotten)

Standing on mud
Can I stick with it?
Under my sleeves not caring me home
And why would you care for what’s behind all this
If you never gave a damn?

I Carry away those thoughts and I think to myself
Is it mean to be clear,
Or am I fair being unclouded?
And yes I see can that be
All lasting – all last days
Lost in town
i’d say
here’s a can of spray paint
Should my soul today
Ramble around the town of duty and
Walk myself dangerously

With my mind I trouble all night
Thinking about all the situations and kind
And tear myself down
A terrible act happened in there
And we know that
Once something is seen not much can be done
Though in my sleeps again that will be shown
At the hall of all that was unsaid

Oh am I supposed to carry all these burdens around
All these troubles I release them all
So I reach God

I reach god
I reach god
And I call her around
She says girl you better keep your both feet on the ground and just

Boom boom boom boom

Ok know what?

Spinning all round
Not all will be revealed
They won’t like the way that looks
They won’t like the way that sounds
Should that be shown or not?
Well Some things are too surreal
So they never never will

But they are still living in my head
spreading underground
being hidden from despair
charged since it was found
Until is all forgotten
Until is all forgotten
Until is all forgotten