The War Of Silence

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