I like being busy There's no surprise in that, It's the only way to survive and make the voices quiet that argue in my head. I like being busy It's the only way I've known, To burry down those feelings That keep on surfacing on their own. I like being busy I enjoy being burnt out Because that's how I muffle the agony from the bleeding cut. I don't want a moment of silence Because that's when The voices in my head are The loudest. They Mourne, they agonize, they miss, They sympathize. And then all I have is this burning feeling which is The darkest.