What an inconvenient truth it is, The voice inside your head says, And the guilt consumes you, You don’t need me to tell you, All the world has gone to bed, But there’s still that feeling you dread, And you’re drowning in it’s silence, Maybe you’re loneliness is caused by your ignorance, If only the silence was a song, I wonder if you know you’re wrong, When the night comes and one knows, That’s when your tears flow.