Wound-less noise

 

There are more than thousand stories to tell
some moves through heaven others through the hell,
and i know why my heart is alone
you never tried to beat through its tone,
heaven me if i am wrong
but the darkness that you brought seems to sing its song,
why does it have to be me
than you would know how it would be,
you sigh,you cry
but at the end the only love you ever believed in will always die,
there is no use of me pitching my voice
for on your deaf ear it would just be a woundless noise.