[sped the rapper] I may just be deaf or no one says anything Why don’t I hear anything? I may be goin crazy I’m talking to the wall I’m lookin at myself in the mirror thinking I’m about to fall. Instead of putting stacks I’m putting crack, I put my ear up-to the ground and I hear my demons yelling back. I see myself smiling in pictures, but I’m made of glass, Each fake smile is a fissure, a facade that will pass. [sped the rapper] I’m so lonely Even the silence talks to me Why does it seem like no one can see, Only the silence understands personal bound-aries and comforts me. [don] Me and the silence had a good conversation He gave me information on concentration He makes me think so much he should be a philosopher, silence also holds some grudges so he barely ever budges. But when you’re talking to silence it’s like talking to a mirror all the words are reflected back and all the light ones are bended and turned dark. [sped the rapper] I’m so lonely Even the silence talks to me Why does it seem like no one can see, Only the silence understands personal bound-aries and comforts me. [Don] I’m pissed off at silence he’s been ignoring me lately, gratefully I realized I didn’t need silence I had my family, I found a couple friends but some other kids just stared at me like I was mentally unstable, the doctors label me as someone who has a mental illness they just don’t get realness do you feel this? [sped the rapper] I’m so lonely Even the silence talks to me Why does it seem like no one can see, Only the silence understands personal bound-aries and comforts me. [don] I still talk to silence sometimes Some of the ideas turn in actions After I did something silence told me to do I was put in therapy,
