I ask something, get no response, and only add to my strife,
No one talks, no one addresses, the things heaviest on their minds,
They talk around it, beat the bush, the easy way out they find.
Bottled up inside us all – the things that go unsaid
They eat at us and burn away at us until we’re dead.
The burdened chest, the heavy mind, the frowns that mark our faces
Yearn to be lifted, yearn to be lightened, yearn to attend to those cases.
Those cases in life for which no answers can ever fully respond,
Those cases that leave us feeling there’s no one we can depend on.