But with answers — I fall apart, Though you see my laughter, my tears. I speak — and my voice is a broken heart, While you watch, untouched by the years. I fight alone, with my last bit of might, Where to turn? I don’t even know. And you bite the bit once again, so tight — Demanding answers I’ve already shown. I answer between every line, You see the red spark in my chest — It trembles in wind, a fragile sign — Then light it, before it rests. And even at the supermarket’s door, A return is easy — no stress. But will that bring happiness? Think about this — and confess. I scream without sound, in silence so deep, You don’t hear. Well… I don’t need you. You don’t hear my soul — but my smile you keep — I know you won’t hurt me. It’s true. But love like this brings no good, no grace, No replacement for true joy found. Try, prove me wrong — I still want that space — And then… I’ll just stay silent… …on the ground.
