My Gift Silence Lyrics

If I compiled

all my crimes and my lies

into amnesty,

would you come back to me?

The small on my lips

is a sign

that I don't hear you leaving me,

that I don't hear my own soul scream.

I'll read your lips,

watch your scarf play at your hips,

and I know it's true,

but I don't hear and call to you:

"Don't blame yourself,

don't change yourself,

just want to be over you see and feel numb. (?)

Don't hate yourself."