Our nights Kill my dreams; Our days Give me nightmares; Our life Would be my death. And I love it.

Say it.

If I don't say anything, Does that make you happy? I stare into the night As you wipe your tears What were we thinking? I'm ready to confess When deafening silence reigns, Say something. I'll leave you be I'll wait and see Before I leave Tell me, Is my quiet your peace?