Low Grade

I've been silent I was left by those who grew tired of my sound I'm complacent Estranged from those who'd wait for it to come No permission I was hoping I could end this condition I'm on the mend But these self-indicting ways see no clear end There's not much left I replaced my thoughts with numbness in substance I'm on the mend But this low grade fever lingers to no end Padlock the fence But the bridge still falls, it weighed down my concience Stay one more day But I'll just let you down and push you away Its such a shame Thought I'd close my eyes for good, desist the pain Stayed one more day To sleepwalk through this life that I can't change Break down my dreams But its not these demons you'll see Unfulfilled versions of me Wind shakes my leaves But its not the end as it seems So I wrote this silent story Oh Oh Oh Oh Break down my dreams But its not these demons you'll see Unfulfilled versions of me Wind shakes my leaves But its not the end as it seems So I wrote this silent story I've been silent I replaced my voice with numbness in substance I'm on the mend But this low grade fever lingers to no end