Your heart is breaking, your head keeps pounding
out...Spelling out what you know best, that
everything is just a mess. Some things are netter
left unsaid. And [bad word]  but there's nothing
you can do. The cuts and blood and fading and love
and empty words are real and it's nothing, but
it's something to be said. There's nothing to be
said. The more we talk of yesterday and all the
things they used to say, the less we really hear
ourselves. We are not the past because we are here
today and it's worth so much than just two
words...There's so much more to say let's let it
go. They gave it up or is there nothing else to
say?