Dying Of Silence

Dying Of Silence

So as I stand here dying of silence tonight

The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan

You will return again

Why

I ask myself sometimes

Dine on small talk after school

Why

I ask myself sometimes

So as the mood gets darker and darker tonight

Can't help but feel a little

Uncomfortable alright

You will return again

Why

I ask myself sometimes

Why why why

I ask myself sometimes

Why why why