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I...I...
Don't know what to say,
To the tears,
That you cry
I...I...
Don't know how to change,
The past, so this,
Is good-bye
I used to be the one,
Who tried to understand,
But now all I can do,
Is listen to the echo of silence,
In my head
It rings...
Oh...it rings...
(It rings, it rings)
(Oh how, oh how...)
(It rings, it rings...)
(It rings and it sings...)
(To me...)
I...I...
Don't know where you have gone,
All I know is I am alone,
And here
I...I...
Miss you more every day,
And wish I had made you stay,
With me
Here with me!
I used to be the one,
Who tried to understand,
But now all I can do,
Is listen to the echo of silence,
In my head
It rings...
Oh...it rings...
(It rings, it rings)
(Oh how, oh how...)
(It rings, it rings...)
(It rings and it sings...)
(To me...)
The silence is singing!
And it's words are so true!
I have never been the same,
The same as I was with you!
The silence rings out my pain,
And rings...
Out my shame...!
In the silence I scream your name...
(Your name...)
Your name! Your name!
Your...name...!
I used to be the one,
Who tried to understand,
But now all I can do,
Is listen to the echo of silence,
In my head
It rings...
Oh...it rings...
(It rings, it rings)
(Oh how, oh how...)
(It rings, it rings...)
(It rings and it sings...)
(To me...)
To me!
To...me...!
The silence echos and it rings
(It rings)
(It rings)
(It rings)
It rings...
jlp May 6, 2009-Revised February 3, 2011
Don't know what to say,
To the tears,
That you cry
I...I...
Don't know how to change,
The past, so this,
Is good-bye
I used to be the one,
Who tried to understand,
But now all I can do,
Is listen to the echo of silence,
In my head
It rings...
Oh...it rings...
(It rings, it rings)
(Oh how, oh how...)
(It rings, it rings...)
(It rings and it sings...)
(To me...)
I...I...
Don't know where you have gone,
All I know is I am alone,
And here
I...I...
Miss you more every day,
And wish I had made you stay,
With me
Here with me!
I used to be the one,
Who tried to understand,
But now all I can do,
Is listen to the echo of silence,
In my head
It rings...
Oh...it rings...
(It rings, it rings)
(Oh how, oh how...)
(It rings, it rings...)
(It rings and it sings...)
(To me...)
The silence is singing!
And it's words are so true!
I have never been the same,
The same as I was with you!
The silence rings out my pain,
And rings...
Out my shame...!
In the silence I scream your name...
(Your name...)
Your name! Your name!
Your...name...!
I used to be the one,
Who tried to understand,
But now all I can do,
Is listen to the echo of silence,
In my head
It rings...
Oh...it rings...
(It rings, it rings)
(Oh how, oh how...)
(It rings, it rings...)
(It rings and it sings...)
(To me...)
To me!
To...me...!
The silence echos and it rings
(It rings)
(It rings)
(It rings)
It rings...
jlp May 6, 2009-Revised February 3, 2011
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things that matter.
1
even on the gray days, your eyes flicker dimly with hope. there is still a comet in the night sky, somewhere, singing your dreams and hopes for you.
even in the darkest silence, your heart is still beating, softly, musically. you just have to listen. you just have to hope.
2
you haven't lost yet.
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but it's not over yet. there's always a chance for a happier tomorrow.
but more than that - there's still the rest of today to be lived.
it's not too late.
3
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promise to play this on silent
hello
just promise me youre listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, its nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, ill make believe that youll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though its been raining for days. or that my heart isnt disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes youll love me.
ill make believe.
ill make believe you.
ill make believe you c
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