I've got a mind full of unsaid things.
There's things I should've said but I wrote them out instead.
You won't hear the words unsaid 'cause if I said you wouldn't listen, if I did it wouldn't make a difference.

"Do I run from the madness or surrender my life?"
Former words that replay while he rests in his grave.
He tried to escape from the issues they made,
but returned to the premise,
betrayed by a blade.
Oh son of Adam, not a single soul should remain,
We've come to this world only to leave it one day.
Nothing will stay though we ought to meet one day,
And until that day I'll remember your tale.

Pale faced princess trapped inside the castle in her cotton candy pink dress.
For a while she's been stuck in a mess as broken cassettes play back her regrets.
Cigarettes since she's been dead, trapped inside the castle in her cotton candy pink dress.

If you're wanting to translate her hostile belligerence it simply comes down to misfortunate events.
She responds in a way so firmly reticent, which is frankly another survival coping mechanism.
See, when the assault comes to haunt with no received support,
she became nonchalant as a typical response.

If you give me just a minute of your time,
I could tell you stories about my life.
Could you give me just a minute to get it off my chest,
Something's on my mind that I can't ever seem to address.
It's that time of year again where I have to act elated and pretend that I feel like celebrating with this recollection in my head.

Maybe the trauma of my past plays a part
Of the feelings in my heart that dont match my head.

Oh dearest what can I do to eradicate your pain?
The crackling of your usually comforting voice
as you call not to complain but to explain that he's at it again.
While I hear your tears in the trembling of your words,
I hold back my cries in a vain attempt.
You're stuck in this repeating cycle and chain of events
Which leaves both you and I dented.
But I know it's not your intent,
you just need to vent.
And I know what he says is not what he meant.
So forget it, ignore him, his words don't represent true feelings of his self.

But what if what he says is exactly what he meant?
Then my pleadings to God have been a waste of my breath,
unheard, cos there's no solution to this crime.
The only solution is to be patient with time.
Just stay patient with time.

Repeated mistakes.
Once bitten twice shy.
I have these outbreaks because of the headache
you give.
There's been mistakes and heartbreaks,
but the problems that root
with disputes dealt with brute
make me wonder if life will remain unusually cruel.

The lies they denied reside in my mind.
And their words that replay
translate to the pain
that fail to explain
the hurt in my eyes when I smile or deny
how everything's fine.

I question myself and the things I've been told.
It's down another lonely road I go.
It's the ones you imagined would never hurt you or your soul.
Now I'm more than ever withdrawn.

See when day turns to night with the glow of moonlight
I beg as I cry that death just come by.
Cos the venom keeps spewing
and confusion gets growing
with the ongoing not knowing
whats happening around.

Everyone who prays are praying to be saved
yet despite having faith
we choose the path paved
with destruction and misbehavior.
Spaced out years on top of wasted youth
called for intervention which providentially provided enough proof of
Al-Wadud.

When you've been chained to the truth
but refrained from whats right
the effects of His affection have charms to cause soothe.