I love you, but I’m choosing the easy way out
 

I love you, but I’m choosing the easy way out

Hush now, tie your tongue.
Come on gulp it down.
This secret is to be shriveled by the acids of your stomach.
And as the unspoken gives you digestive disorders
Try not to puke it out, for it will not be a comfort

Believe me, this is the way.
Let it pass as it should.
You will finally be relieved from the unsaid
And unrecognizably flushed away, you can start forgetting
What happened to you, and how that made you suffer

Now there’s a moral to this
It’s not just a song about poo
Don’t trouble me with your clandestine and pain
For you would not trouble me with your feaces either
Really I love you, but I just don’t care for your ****.


Mehh, I'm bored, and I can't sleep.

^ Excrement.

At first I read the word poo and was like nooo, but it really does work. I like it.