Another day of silence.
Wondering worry, fearsome despair.
Emotional subsidence,
hearts stripped down, so cold and bare.
What are we to do?
What are we to say?
Can't help feel that you,
wish I would go away.
And so I think I shall,
soon, forever more,
do not worry I'll,
not knock upon your door.
I will disappear
just like you want me to,
nothing else to say,
nothing else to do.
