The Art of Not Giving a Fuck

Mute

Mute

With every thought that passes

I find no purpose

No happiness

It's all disappearing

The more I think

The more I find myself staring at a blank wall

I can imagine anything

I can come up with a million reasons why

But I'm still left staring

Into the darkness at a blank wall

The silence pounds upon my ears

I feel like it's alive

It's turning up the volume of my thoughts

It's getting so loud inside my head

I think I'll scream

But I probably won't stop

It was great being alone

But now I'm wondering

'Am I the only one'

I see my reflection

As something unknown

I don't understand the point

All the meaning is gone

Because I repeated this too much

It keeps going

And I can't keep up

I think it's time

To find the right weapon

And do the honors

In the silence gunshots are quiet

It's so loud inside

This gunshot sounds quiet

It will be quiet

My screaming muffled by silent gunshots

It will be quiet