Silence

One hand is busy but the other writes

This song for you that I'm singing now

My old man misunderstood

If I could do something to change this

But you see, you always hide behind your proud

And then it makes hard I reach your soul

And then it makes hard I reach my own heart

You hide behind your proud

And so much other stuffs

I'd like to change this but

I stand stopped

Trying to see

Some soul behind your dark eyeglasses

I've been used them yet

But now I wanna take out them of your face...

We can make love in the dark

I can't see your face but

I still can imagine it

If I could touch your face

And to take out my mask

You'd see what I'm feeling

But the silence doesn't make anything now

The silence doesn't make any difference

The silence doesn't speak anything sometimes...

And I'm tired of my silence

I'm tired of your fuckin' proud

And.. I'm tired of your silence

I'm tired of my own old proud...