You stare at me, hoping that tomorrow I'll have a death wish
But you know, I had one long ago
I don't have good hearing, for I'm deaf apparently
But even before I hear you say a sound, I know what you'll say,
"I don't want to hear another word from you. Why don't you seal that mouth of yours?"
Before I sew my lips together just to amuse you
I'll ask you a question that I've been dying to ask for a very long time,
"Why can't you?"