Just tell me if it was fear or pride
a conspiracy against me or just a lie
This deafening silence speaks volumes
And you’re turned all the way down.
Turn it up.
Turn it down.
Build it up.
Burn it down.
Turn it off.
Turn it on. (Repeat!)
All the noises all at once.
Cacophony.
All the noises
All at once.
Cacophony.
The only sound I decipher is my heart
bleeding out with every beat.
I’m broken and incomplete.
So very weak from chasing dreams.
I’d tell you about my fear or my pride,
But you’ll be talking at the same time.
You won’t listen.
You won’t hear me.
It’s cacophony.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing
