Silent treatment

I fear that I'm alone in this world. With severed ties, I stand, accused. But I maintain that I didn't wrong you. If you want to, blame my conscience. My heart had pleaded me to maintain silent approval but I just couldn't watch you self-destruct. We're adults but does that mean we don't need guidance anymore? Is the offering of advice such a grave sin that you will set up a barrier of formality between us?

I'm sorry but I can't offer you the same indifference you find in others.


Heavy heart gets lighter by your side
But there are thoughts I wish I'd heard
If they ask you how I'm holding up
Say I'm holding out for the words.