Untold Things (Not To Be Told)

Sometimes in people there are switches I don't even understand
I'm not a nerd of mechanisms that push everyone to change
I try to observe, I try to connect, eventually I try to catch
But once I think I understood 'em everything gets disarranged...

And the so-called pending account
Is the value of what remains undone...
And the suffering of heartbreak
Is the value of what rеmains not gone...

But these arе the things not to be told
They're the twist into your soul
They're the truth that no one tells and no one understands at all
And when they're told you're put to blame
And when they're not you're put to shame
And when they're covered they keep hurting and keep bleeding till you die...

Keeping their flaws uncomprehended is what worry them the most
Their type of living is like source of pure blood, like they're parasites...
They fake their faces under masks and under a total disguise
Pretend they're friends of everybody, then they tease behind your back...

And the will of wasting upfront
Is the meaning of what in fact's unclear...
And the need of spoiling anger
Is the meaning of what's their common fear...

Yet these are the things not to be told
They're the knot beneath your soul
They're the criptic words that no one's really listening at all
And when they're grown you turn up cold
And when they're shown you turn to stone
And till they're living you depend on them like nothing else at all...

And everytime you lose your temper
Is the value of what remains unknown...
And either way I do remember
Is the value of what remains unthrown...