Dying Of Silence
So as I stand here dying
Of silence tonight
The quiet spell you slung
At the ceiling fan
Will return again
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Dine on small talk after school
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
So as the mood gets
Darker and darker tonight
I can't help but feel
A little uncomfortable, alright?
It will return again
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Dine on small talk after school
Why Why? Why Why?
Why? Why?
I ask myself sometimes.
Why? Why?
Why? Why?
I ask myself sometimes.
Why? Why?
Why? Why?