in sen sitive

A silent move that we make 
When we awake 
Oh no... 

My conscience 
Come and go and come and go 
A troubled mind and twisted hand 
We use everytime just everytime... 

All the sentimental feeling 
That sometime makes our heart burning 
We surrender to a strong desire 
Ignorant to the needs of other 
Hear the whisper of a little voices 
That calls when we made desperate choices 
Are we that oblivious? 
So insensitive 

... so many choices to be made 
So little time to decide 
So little guilt on our side