11. Dying Of Silence
So as I stand here dying of silence tonight The quiet spell you slung at the ceiling fan It 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? I ask myself sometimes Why?
Why? I ask myself sometimes Why? Why? Why? ____________________________________________________________
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