I leave... But tonight you will die. You will never wake up again. My hope is my failure. Why should I listen when nothing is said? Cave-in when emotions
the ones which should have been spoken. So why deny it? So why deny it? If the silence speaks in riddles why won't you just speak up? Just bring me back
Or When the colours in the autumn match the flames in the skyline, Or the air from your mouth when you breathe in december. You. You have to wake up,