Nothing taunts me like the unsaid. Nothing stops me like an ache in my chest And an empty page, Builds frustration Up to the cliff and Tips it into blind rage. Irritating , irritating… I keep thinking when I’m older I will know something. All I know is I am wrong Same song they were singing when I was Small enough and swinging, Face feeling the wind, Thinking I’d never see a face again, Not a single one I cared to You said I‘d never see you. Promises all fell through The fragile surface constructed Of your BOLD face lies. I hate you, I hate you… But you must have always known that. Because nothing taunts me like the unsaid, And lets face it you never said enough.