Satiate The Silence...
Distant yourself, it's easy. No one will hear your sobs, and you can loosen your facade. Once your true self draws breathe you'll be whole again. You don't have ta bite back your cries of rage and injustice; pound your fists till they're broken and bloody. Noone will know, noone will think less of you. It's colder, but safer; don't risk and don't be hurt. We'll just leave it up to them to find us, if someone is willing, they'll find us...god, someone has to be willing. Someone must be seeking the depth in you, and if they just so happen to venture out this far, and just so happen to be willing to implore you for it... they'll discard your veneer and you'll revel together in your erroneous romanticism.
Noone cares. Not one will search.
You won't be seen until you stand up and oppose the malfeasance. Justice isn't a common right, It's a common goal. It's held by those who were strong enough to conquer it. Distance yourself, and noone will hear your sobs. But distance yourself, and noone will answer your plea.
Noone cares. Not one will search.
You won't be seen until you stand up and oppose the malfeasance. Justice isn't a common right, It's a common goal. It's held by those who were strong enough to conquer it. Distance yourself, and noone will hear your sobs. But distance yourself, and noone will answer your plea.