You don't get it. The silence hurts, the clear crisp silence where footsteps are felt, And the pin drops are heard. The silence hurts. Because its where my mind wanders deep in search of the little drawer kept locked up, the drawer of nightmares, the drawer of hate. The silence hurts, the sound of silence is deafening, so turn the chit chat, turn the birds, turn the laughter on. Turn the sound of music up. Drown out the nightmare, drown out the pain, drown out the hate. Please mute the sound of silence.
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