Magnolia

I hear the stories; the bruises speak for themselves
You think we’re blind just because we are young
I’m old enough to know now my age made dumb
I should have yelled and forced someone to hear
Those things we thought were better left unsaid
Is now too late? It dominates my head
Those things we thought were better left unsaid
I could not choose a way
A choice that wasn’t mine to make
Just make him go away
But if you’re happy then I’m glad you found him
Please help her find her way
A choice that wasn’t mine to make
Just make him go away
Will she be happy when she finally finds herself?
Does she know she has our help?
Why do I ever bother?
I could not choose a way
A choice that wasn’t mine to make
We left those things unsaid. It hurts to talk but I’m starting to wish I did
I could not choose a way
A choice that wasn’t mine to make
We left those things unsaid
They hurt to hear. Why do I bother?
Some things are better off left unsaid