It's like an endless music with no one bothering to listen.
The sound, so loud, coming from within the walls were to heavy to bear.
You tried to find an outlet.
You tried desperately to cope.
You waited for me.
But then I was too busy with my own music that i didn't bother to listen.
-- maybe too selfish to even care.
Now, you shut the music within. Started not to care whether the noise might kill you.
I wanted to aide the pain. I wanted to listen to the bothering noise.
Too late for absolution. Too soon for remorse.
You quietly turned the music down. Stopped the noise from within the walls.
Now, no one will know how deeply the sound hurt.
Now, no one will understand why the joy in your eyes died.