He won't say anything, not one word. He has not tried and won't. He's done. His silence is golden. Shining a little too bright on my end. I thought gold was something we treaured, I thought it was special... anymore golden silence and I'll be rich, set for life. But I don't want any gold. I'm so sick of gold. Unless, like the song, I'm gold, then you can make me your silence. Make me yours?
Say something. Be angry with me at least. Miss me. Breathe me. Even breathing I can hear.
Say something. Be angry with me at least. Miss me. Breathe me. Even breathing I can hear.
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