Don't know what is wrong with me
Don't know why you're not talking to me
Lots of questions arise within me.
Don't you know the silence is killing me?
I can make my way through broken glass
What is the reason of your silence, I ask
I can stay on fire from dawn to dusk
But why is the silence screaming, I ask
I fear you are thinking the other way
Mind you, dear, dream and reality are far away
But you are sure to face it one day
But being silent you can never get away.
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