Quiet noise

I hear empty echoes bounce off the walls in this little room,
And all the words, that I choose to believe,
They ring in my ears

While the rhythm settles in,
I am used to this silence,
If only you could try to understand

In my head there exists
A market full of noisy thoughts
Even if the world stops moving

I am a person and I need to feel
Even if it hurts,
I choose to feel

I won't be numbed by caring less
I will care, and I will feel
I am a person

I won't be numbed