Somewhere deep inside your mind
You don't want anyone to find
That you're
Someone with very big ideas
The words that just came off your lips
Just crossed your name off the list
It's long gone and already forgotten I was thinking just the other day
Some sad songs better left unsung
Some things are better left undone Some battles are better left unwon
Is there something more to know?
Someplace with something there to see?
And is there someplace left to go?
Not one to make that final call
To all those people wondering?
Is there anyone at all? Some things are better left undone
Some battles are better left unwon
Some sad songs better left unsung Some fires are better left unfed
Some pages better left unread Some words are better left unsaid
What kind of person would you be?
If less is what you see, then less is everything
Would that make up your mind?
And if you look what will you find?
And make up everything, make up everything.
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