It doesn't hurt anymore...

It doesn't hurt anymore... Only sometimes..
When the crowd between the passers-by suddenly
I meet similarities again...
Aches soul... Nonsense... Nonsense... Shame...

It doesn't hurt anymore... Ever...
I'm kind of used to... live, apparently
as all... not seen and Not heard...
That heart is still with you a little hurt...

Not hurt already.. . Hundreds of reasons.
To remain silent and not to think, not to hear...
You're in the blood penetrated, like poison...
And it will not help time quiet running...

But it does not hurt... And maybe not the strength?
Soul already torn to pieces.
And my heart was nothing like that...
No pain, no heat, no feeling..

Not painful... Silence like a wall...
No reason to break the silence...
And behind the wall is easier... So the desire
to break the wall is also gone...