Do you ever feel that the world is straight and boring
That there's nothing even remotely interesting to do
And don't tell me to explore something new
Unless you're thinking bigger, like ******
But not just simple killing, try talking
Some people out there require a little push
No need to rush because the longer it takes the better it tastes.
Yet now it's rather quiet, guess i really loved her
So i sit in my endless routine, watching others around me being happy
And it's a bitter feeling not having a part of it but if words can save a life
Then with silence i'm doing my part.