Your silence is deafening
Your cold shoulder is beckoning
The judgement of your reckoning
Is bouncing off the burnt solid water
Because I can still clearly see
And i can still acutely hear
The way you don't look at me
The cold silence in my ear
But I can play that too
Uncaring doesn't phase me
I walk away from you
Manipulation made to haze me
And you ask me to start anew
Well I see through your up
And I won't support the down
Your acts an overflowing cup
And your about to drown
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