I wonder what went thru Rob Flynn's mind when he wrote this...

Well She looked right into my eyes and said to me
The hurt that you try to hide is killing me
You drink a thousand lies, to freeze the past in time

I've tried to fill this silence up
But now it's back again

See the pain in my eyes
see the scars deep inside
My God, I'm down in this hole again
With the laughter I smile
with the tears that I cry
Keep going down this road called life

She says that I'm insecure, I guess she's right
'Cause just when I think I'm sure, alone at night
the agonies come back, this pain won't let me be

I try to fill the silence up
but now it's back again

See the pain in my eyes
see the scars deep inside
My God, I'm down in this hole again
With the laughter I smile
with the tears that I cry
Keep going down this road called life
Don't need your sympathy
I just want for this silence to stop killing me

It's deafening
it's deafening
this silence inside me

I try to fill the silence up
but now it's back again
It's empty like a suicide this pain inside

See the pain in my eyes
see the scars deep inside
My God, I'm down in this hole again
With the laughter I smile
with the tears that I cry
Keep going down this road called life
Don't need your sympathy
I just want for this silence to stop killing me.

We lower the volume of our tv sets, radio or voice because it is distracting. And we completely silence it perhaps, to find some peace. More often than not, we get annoyed at children who banged tables or drop their toys to the floor just so they can hear it make noise. As if our very primary instinct commands us to drown the emptiness around us, thus we make sound. Any sound, if not to fill the silence, it's an assurance that we are able to call for the attention that we all so desperately need.