My Silent Phone and Me - The Prosecution

Laying on the couch, waiting for the walls to grow even taller

Like the chaos in my head

I myself am getting smaller

Thinkin' 'bout my thoughts, as myself as (?) gets slower

I am crawling into bed

Every move I make gets slower

Clinging to my phone, hoping for the call that helps me feeling better

I’m a living dead

Afraid my torment lasts forever

Listening to the songs that I would love to listen to by your side

By your side

But now it’s too late

I’m sorry for the mistakes I’ve made

Afraid of this to be my fate

It’s too late

It’s too late

My silent phone and me

But it’s too late

Running up and down in my room 'cuz (?)

Silence all around

Teardrops (?)

When I hear the sound of my phone

Yeah it used to ring just like this (?)

It’s not true

'Cuz now it’s too late

I’m sorry for the mistakes I’ve made

Afraid of this to be my fate

It’s too late

It’s too late

My silent phone and me

But it’s too late

It’s too late

It’s too late

I’m sorry for the mistakes I’ve made

Afraid of this to be my fate

It’s too late

It’s too late

My silent phone and me

My silent phone and me

But it’s too late

Now it’s too late

It’s too late

Now it’s too late