Sometimes I hear the sound of silence, so bold, so loud,
I hear how desperately it's wanting to fly from its shroud.
Because my silence keeps banging onto the door,
Trying to say what it wants to, it can't hold on anymore.
It's trying to get out, trying to break free,
Trying to forget - about you and me.
But that's not possible, your words were not written in pencil,
I remember everything and it hurts me still.
Everyone wants to say something, but they're quiet, aren't they?
Ironic it is because  it's silence which has most to say.
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