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.

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.

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Now I'm more than ever withdrawn.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.