Its quiet,
so quiet,
and you know what that means.
It means its time to think,
happens before i can blink.
The quiet is my enemy,
it takes away all fears,
it holds me in this state of mind,
and doesn't shed a tear.
it takes away the whole world,
and it makes me wonder why,
it makes me think of all you've done,
yet it wont let me cry.
It makes me think of all those times,
that Ive done this before.
and inside i sometimes think,
with myself i am at war.
It makes me wonder how i got here,
its god way of telling me why,
you'll all love me until the end,
but sometimes loves a lie.
its quiet,
so quiet,
and you know what that means,
that means its time to make some noise,
and fake happiness will gleam.
