silent hell

these four walls don't make a home
but instead a private cell
inside these walls, you won't find love
just me alone, in my silent hell
no-one hearing the things i hear
nor seeing the things i see
no-one knows of the war that's raging
so deep inside of me
i often wish some one would come
some one i could tell
then i'd no longer be alone
inside my silent hell
but no matter how hard i try
they all seem so far away
and if no one hears me cry
these four walls will be my grave
until then. they're just four walls
that have turned into a cell
and beyond these walls you won't find love
just me...alone in my silent hell

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