For all the noises in the world,
silence is the one I hate the most.
See, the **** thing is just too loud!
If it comes from You, it's hurtful,
it annoys me, makes my anxiety go up the clouds.
Makes me think I did something wrong,
fills my mind with all kinds of doubt.
I long for hearing your voice, it's like a drug to me,
and you, sir, got me addicted to it.
But these days nothing comes trough,
so I just stare at your picture, waiting for it to speak to me,
in that same sweet tune.
I sound crazy to you? Well, I might be.
I need something to muffle your silence,
and for it, craziness is the perfect sound,
makes me breath, lest I drown in this quiet swamp that is being alone.
I really hate being alone. Being alone and in silence? For me, it's like ****.
I have constant nightmares about profound and still silence, but maybe getting my fears out there will make them go away, eh?