I don't know if I will ever hear from you again I guess I feel you're not content, not willing to be friends
It makes me feel so stupid when I think of where things went I guess all that potential must have gone straight to our heads And when it gets in there with all the thinking that goes on It really is no big surprise how things just go so wrong
Should silence be the way this story ends?
I say "Love, love, won't you speak to me?" Don't you let it fall apart this way 'Cause there is much much too much How could there be nothing more to say
And I must admit while writing this Jeff Buckley had it right Avoid the pain of trying to forget her every night 'Cause sometimes songs are therapy And sometimes they're just pain You wanna hide them deep in the bottom of your heart And never hear from them again
Should silence be the way this story ends?