Silent Treatment - 4/2/03
Out of touchOut of reach
Give someone else your speech
I won't listen
I won't hear
empty words don't strike fear
I won't cry
I won't break down
I'll hold my sobs without a sound
I won't tell you
I won't speak
All my secrets I will keep
I won't let you know
I wont let you see
The pain that I hold inside of me
I refuse to love
I refuse to trust
I've learned how dreams can turn to dust
Now you go
Walk out the door
Maybe I really wanted to tell you more
Now you're gone
I've closed the door
Now my heart can hit the floor
Now I cry
Now I break down
Sobbing on the floor without a sound
I'm drowning
In the silence
That I created for myself
My shelter
My haven
Now has become my living hell
Out of touch
Out of reach
Come back and give me your speech
I'll listen
I'll hear
I'll tell you all the things I fear
I'll cry
I'll break down
My tears drenching your shoulder without a sound
But you've left
You've given up on me
You're tired of my silence and how it has to be
I'm drowning
In the silence
That I created for myself
My shelter
My haven
Now my living hell
AN:Written when i was in a depressed mood.