Silence is as Painless as Suicide is Golden

It hurts and pains deep inside

through the early morning fog to see

visions of someone to be,

when someone is withheld from me.

Silence is as painless as suicide is golden

but my eyes still see many changes, if I please.

Talking is a way to make

all our little joys relate

but people follow like sheep with that

cheap and ever-present hate.

Silence is as painless as suicide is golden

but my eyes still see many changes, if I please.

How could I tell, when there was nowhere to go?

To keep cool is no painless feat.

I tried anyway, I tried, though they’ll say I lied,

but the only way to win is cheat.

Silence is as painless as suicide is golden

and your eyes can see the same thing, if you please.