It's quiet when we're mutes

The acts of an optimist
But some of us may never see the world

I hope the next time
You slit your wrists, it's not for show
None of us are necessary
None of us are necessary

As soon as we're born
We begin to age, I can feel me dying

Reminisce of now
Reminisce of now, now

Until there's nothing left to do but die

Who amongst us would choose today
For but one thing alone?

The world turns
But we don't feel it