Everything makes sense.

If I find the words to say
what I think or feel,
maybe you'd know
how much I love you
without words at all.

But in the end no matter
if I say these things loudly,
crying and screaming until
my voice faints as our bond.

You look as if you don't listen to,
I'm like a fool for finding these words
and I lose them in the "comfortable" silence.

I'm like an abandoned child
wandering 'round your heart without
finding the door to enter again.

We shouldn't be here,
we shouldn't be sad or happy,
we shouldn't be here
but if we shouldn't be together,
everything doesn't make sense.