You think talking is the cure
Somehow I remain unsure
That speaking is the way to light
To cast away the gloom
My throat scratches from the tears
Seems I've been silent for years
Now my endless talking will surely be my doom
You say I can get better
Though I am scarred by the scarlet letter
The darkness is my friend
And will always have its way
My voice is gone as I lay crying
On the floor I bleed here dying
Stubborn enough to say
"There's nothing left to say"