What's left unsaid is the cure for years to come. This blade is dull, But I still bleed for you. Time stands still You are what's killing me, Slowly but surely With each and every passing day, I can feel myself slowly start to drift Some things were never meant to be. Our hearts burned and hardened like wax. Me. You. We bled. Sharp pain was every day digging deeper into the wound. You are what is killing me, Slowly but surely it seems. Time stands still but I can feel myself start to drift. A sharp utopia, Pretending to feel. Stuck day dreaming. In a dying reality, We bled. What's left unsaid is the cure for years to come. Me. You. We bled.