Shh, baby. Don't make some noise.

They said you're here but you don't have a choice. And you kept knocking... just knocking on my door. And I ask you, "why are you here?" but your voice is stuck in between your lips and your throat constricts and you never said a word.

Knock knock. And I hear it again.

I open my door and yet you stand there, never saying a word. I nudge, I ask, I plead for you to speak. Without opening your mouth, you turned back and disappeared. But the knock keeps echoing, but my mind has already shut its ears.

Shh, baby. Don't make any noise.

Because right now, I can't hear. I don't want to. It's my choice.