Dying Of Silence

So as I stand here dying of silence tonight,
The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan
You will return again,
Why?
I ask myself sometimes,
Dine on small talk after school
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
So as the mood gets darker and darker tonight,
Can’t help but feel a little
Uncomfortable alright
You will return again
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Why, why, why?
I ask myself sometimes
Why, why, why?