If only things didn't have to be this way.
If only you could speak out your heart.
If only shit would just for once hit the fan.
Instead of hanging around so long.

Unspoken.

And now when one does cry out-- sound alarm
Shout out a simple song.
It will be just too much.
This supercharged rush,
Will shatter all your lingering gasps into fragments...

Unloved.

Not true---

Just not loved enough.