Silence is bad, when it comes from you.
When I cry, and you do not reply.
When I am hurt, and you don't say a word.
When I am lonely, and your lips are pursed tightly.
When tears drip down my cheeks, and you are the one who never speaks.
When time is difficult a bit, and you do not say what should fit.
When it pains and it kills, and you are silent as lonely dark hills
Then I hate you like never before, and you do not love me, I become sure.
