Something wrong?
Now tell me what you're hiding.
Deep inside you're boiling, you're ready to explode.
Let's avoid it, now fight it, tell me please.
Don't scorch me with a look, or torch me in your mind.
I see the signs, ask what's the problem.
You say nothing - meaning everything.
That's my problem: every glance is accusation,
every breath a condemnation, isolation, paranoia.
Sure I can feel it: three simple words.
The war of silence.