Sometimes whispering is too loudnAnd you find yourself downnAnd out amongst the crowdnA flowing frame cherry kiss lipsnFreshly spilt blood on your cheeknAnd you feel like you're oknIt's hard to give up all you came fornNothing is a red sore except all you seennMy favourite friend is herenAnd I can hardly breathennSilent wind blows through your friends hairnSurrounded by an off key bullet proof fencenIt's hard to give up all you came fornNothing is a red sore except for all you seennMy favourite friend is herenAnd I can hardly breathe