I will hide my voice
At least until the sun ceases to rise,
I will hide my voice
At least until they leave;
I will my my truth
At least until they cease believing;
I'll just hide my voice 'til then
That the world's frail and already collapsing.

As I write a thousand words
A thousand wounds come with it;
As I spill a thousand tears
Burning hatred come dry it;
My demons would otherwise claim me
But I won't let them take my sanity;
They'd ooze out of me unexpectedly,
But all that's left would be my insanity.

Broken heart, broken memories;
Things I long for but cannot be given;
As I see you happy without me;
As I feel your blades thrash my very core;
I'll lay still.
Still as I hide my voice:
Frail and useless,
*Pleading—