I have no feelings to be hurt
Only memories to be erased
Though occurrences are mere quizzes
My expectations are held high
My life is but a thrill, now
Only happiness do I look forward to
So, as your silence seems to be your answer
I can only think the worst for you.
How happy can you be to hide as you do?
I, left in the dark, can only guess
Though my conclusions are irrelevant to you
What happens in your seclusion?
The past, and present, even the future
It all lies in your hands
What has happened?