The Silence is too loud, I swear I could be standing in a crowd. Each memory I hide from, finds a way back in. Each wicked sin, is like a fresh cut to the skin, and all of a sudden my smiles to thin, and I remember I just can't win.
The Silence is too loud, I swear I could be standing in a crowd. Each memory I hide from, finds a way back in. Each wicked sin, is like a fresh cut to the skin, and all of a sudden my smiles to thin, and I remember I just can't win.