Speak

Talk in riddles but talk to me
You're whispering to her but you're staring at me,
You're staring, you're glaring
With eyes i don't know
Can you hear the silence again, it's my time to go.

And when you're be ready to speak, speak, speak again
There'll be dirt on the ground, there'll be blood on your hands
When you're ready to find yourself again,
Speak to me,
Speak my name
Take this silence and take the blame,
for the wasted sunshine days
for the wasted sunshine days
I take this silence and they're my fault
All these wasted silent nights
Breathing on you, facing your back.
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Screams through these halls,
This is one, too many calls,
Calls to someone that is not here, any more, more, more than you,
I don't live for your voice to hear any more, that's true.
This morning is mine-
No matter how hard you reach to feel today,
This morning is mine.

And you reach for the warmth of my life when it touched yours,
When my touch makes everything you know serene and beautifully calm
But today, this morning is mine.