Inner Space - Growing

These pages have been torn much longer than before

The book had a chance to be written.

The ink isn’t even set and already I regret almost every decision.

So many chances to come clean.

But now the one face down in the dirt is me.

I am the one unclean.

So unaware of the path ahead.

No shortage of problems at bay.

Too many turns towards uncertain ends.

So many ways to lose my way.

This is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing

But I won’t let you know.

(Not knowing is better than knowing it’s not)

That this is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing,

An explanation you’re always guessing.

A song that I swear that you’ll never sing

But I won’t let you know.

(Not knowing is better than knowing it’s not)

This is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing,

But I won’t let you know at all.

I’ve watched so many hours pass knowing I can never get them back.

I can’t take back the past, I spend my future remembering that.

This is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing

But I won’t let you know.

(Not knowing is better than knowing it’s not)

That this is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing,

An explanation you’re always guessing.

A song that I swear that you’ll never sing

But I won’t let you know.

(Not knowing is better than knowing it’s not)

This is a song that I swear that you’ll never sing,

But I won’t let you know at all.

What do I know?

If knowing is half the battle,

Will I ever be prepared for war?