Everything Unsaid

For everything unsaid there is a flourish of my pride
It is deep and dark and wide, I can't tell the weeds from vines
But if I had the strength, I'd move the mountains in my mind
But it's taking all my time, just to start to realize
That I'm not the man I hoped to be
And though I'm not alone, I still feel so lonely

Come Monday I've forgotten all those promises you said
All your holy words in red, reaped in guilt and golden thread
And if I had the strength to be who others say I am
I wouldn't look into my eyes, see the shadow of a man
Well, I'm not who they say I have become
For I know the things I've said, won't compare with what I've done
No-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, no-oh-oh, oh-oh

Now all of these monstrosities choices I have made
And they will not go away, I've made my bed and here I lay
But is there still forgiveness if we know what we have done?
Woe to every single one who spared the rod and blamed the sun
Well, it's not just the day that meets the night
Seems to me it's in the darkness we can finally see the light
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh