Do you think?
Do you think
Maybe that's why you're standing there,
But then again,
No sound ever comes out of your mouth,
It's like the silence comes into our conversation.
The silent tears
Roll down my face.
Isn't it obvious
But I don't know what to think,
So would you please tell me?
No words come out of your mouth.
Silence is everything.
Silence is golden.
So what am I left to do?
Stand in the rain and let my sorrows in,
Or wait around the corner
For the answers
For the questions I am seeking for?
Do you know what to say?
Or are dumb blinded with
The answer lies within the question:
Do you think I'm pretty?