The Melancholy of It All

Playing silent melodies
Marking my pain in pen

(But no)
You wouldn't care
(If I)
Crawled up a hole
And died
(Silently) silently

Thinking of silent memories
I'll erase what I don't want to hear
(But no)
You wouldn't care
(If I)
Crawled up a hole
And died
(Silently) silently

I've learned
(My worth)
It's less than dirt

There's no reason
(To breathe in)
Anymore

I'll die
(Silently) silently