What’s Left Unsaid (The Cure for Years to Come)

What’s left unsaid is the cure for years to come
This blade is dull
But I still bleed for you

Time stands still
You are what’s killing me
Slowly but surely
With each and every passing day
I can feel myself slowly start to drift

Some things were never meant to be
Our hearts burned and hardened like wax
Me, you, we bled

Sharp pain was every day digging deeper into the wound

You are what is killing me
Slowly but surely it seems
Time stands still but I can feel myself start to drift

A sharp utopia
Pretending to feel
Stuck day dreaming
In a dying reality
Wе bled

What’s left unsaid is the curе for years to come

Me, you, we bled