Slow Learner - Hundred Reasons

What you spoke in a whisper I

Said more with my silence if

You degenerate into this

Hole that you dug yourself

Felt no fear as to thinking that

The words to describe would just come to me

To break this mold that you set yourself

You will wither slowly

I find no faith in god helps

I moved away from all safe things

For trust that’s lost is all forgiven

Yet tears that flow have no meaning

What you said in a whisper I

Said more with my silence if

You degenerate into this

Hole that you dug yourself

Felt no fear as to thinking that

The words to describe would just come to me

To break this mold that you set yourself

You will wither slowly