It’s just indifferent I’d say.

I go out searching for answers,
to confirm what lingers inside.
I go out to find signs encrypted in air,
but all I am left with is a heart full of despair.

It’s indifferent I’d say,
when you seek an answer you wish not to hear.
And choose the burden you have to bare.
What if these words could change everything right away?
It’s all so indifference I’d say.

All I wish is to hear the spoken words please stay.
But at the same time I wish to rather run away.
What if all the things hurdled inside is a lie?
All the sense you try to make is just breaking the tie.

It’s indifferent I’d say.
As all the answers I seek stay unspoken.
From dusk to dawn my soul not woken,
by the kiss of a secret that dies each day.
Again it’s just indifferent I’d say.

As the night draws her blanket over the sky,
I look for a message with a tear in my eye.
A wish each day is to keep it guarded,
to stop something before it even started.

It’s indifferent each day,
because I am scared of what you might say.