Without A Sound

The swings and rope begins to tear,

The best of me apart.

Well, I'll see it upside-down tonight.

Come 7 o' clock and my mask goes on-

And now, it's time to start.

A different person once they hit the lights.

And hours pass like days before,

Anything but possible to rest assure.

And still, I cry and sing once more,

A somber silence broken by a pounding on the door.

Will you cry when I'm six feet underground?

Will you miss when I am not around?

Look me in the eyes as you lay the roses down,

On my grave or turn away without a sound.

My last resorts no longer safely ease me in tonight,

So I'll try eleven more.

With any luck, my eyes won't get the chance to see the light,

Of daybreak anymore.

So what's the point in moving on,

When no one cares about the things that I have done?

But still I try to carry on,

And now the only chance I have is in this song.

Will you cry when I'm six feet underground?

Will you miss when I am not around?

Look me in the eyes as you lay the roses down,

On my grave or turn away without a sound.

Everything's irrelevant if I can't find a way to let this go.

I'll choose to circumvent 'til I can tell myself "You'll never know."

Things aren't, exactly how they seem,

(I never had any promise to break anyway).

Take my heart, it's on my sleeve,

(I don't think I can mend it again, so I'm going to give it away!)

Shh, just take it.

Will you miss when I'm six feet underground?

Will you cry when I am not around?

Will you miss when I'm six feet underground?

Will you cry when I'm not around anymore?

'Cause I'll miss you.