Somewhere deep inside your mind

You don't want anyone to find

That you're

Someone with very big ideas

The words that just came off your lips

Just crossed your name off the list

It's long gone and already forgotten



I was thinking just the other day



Some things are better left undone

Some battles are better left unwon

Some sad songs better left unsung



Is there something more to know?

And is there someplace left to go?

Someplace with something there to see?

Is there anyone at all?

Not one to make that final call

To all those people wondering?



Some things are better left undone

Some battles are better left unwon

Some sad songs better left unsung



Some fires are better left unfed

Some pages better left unread

Some words are better left unsaid



What kind of person would you be?

If less is what you see, then less is everything

And if you look what will you find?

Would that make up your mind?

And make up everything, make up everything