Frustration was growing inside of him…
Faded ballroom, dancing without passion,
turned off the light of that violin they were following with no heart
He knew that his soul was in a cage… where was the silence taking him to?
He knew that his voice was not worth a thing… what was the silence doing to him?
So, get up and use it
Seventh grade, bully team… ego party on the screen…
the stupid face of arrogance… swallow this voice!
The quiet room, all-eyes-on shoes and no one dares to tell the truth…
the echo wanting conversation
The moment to declare your love, train is leaving, final call
and then end up saying things to yourself
Four eyes praying for those words never got to be pronounced
You know that, that’s a loss
‘Hala la yah’
We shouldn’t need a grave to speak our real words
We shouldn’t wait at all
Get up and use it
May be silence is a gift to apathy and turn the page of your story before you really know it
How many times have you wished time travel was for real?
How many times do you fail yourself?
I’m sorry “prudence” we are closed, knock on someone else’s door
I´m so tired of being the one giving chances all the time, overthinking to understand
I´m sorry, not sorry: here is my point!