You say that no one really listens
And that you wonder why,
And that we only agree to disagree
Only accept that which we can deny.
You feel that we ought to stop speaking
If there really is no one to hear,
And now the only way we must express pain
Is through a single stifled tear.
But if your heart stopped beating
Only because you did not listen to it beat,
Then I would find you cold in your grave
With every syllable of you, trampled in defeat.