“The sound of silence grows, every minute feels like a hour, every hour feels like a day, as I sit in in the cold light of morning; Its far too late, too late to pick up my heart from the floor, as it lay in pieces, right where you threw it yesterday night; little by little, strangers became friends, friends became lovers, and suddenly, lovers became strangers; I am lying here, lying next to where you left me in pieces, cant move, cant scream, with only silence for company; the tick tock of the clock and, the beat of my heart grows louder and louder, shrouded by a mystery, I feel so alone; as the melody of love fades into the distance, the screams of silence is all that remains, lost in the shadows of life, I am here, Alone, in a crowded room!”
