As I sit here drowning it all out
Crickets and cycada
Breaking the silence
The silence of you
Your many voices
Taken once as a blessing
No longer
Now I listen for the croaking toad
The cars driving by
Noises of the city
My overactive mind
Now at bay
When will the day come
The day I no longer hear you
The day I'm free
I'm not with you
I never was
I don't want this anymore
I need solace
I need you out of my head