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.