You played it cool and I played it (F5)dumb.
Don’t you think I’m a lit tle too (Ebsus)young to be messed with like that?
So con vinc ing, you made it look (F5)fun.
Laugh it off, but the dam age is (Ebsus)done, say ing, “Ba by, just re lax.”
(Bbm)I got my hopes too high.
(Ab)You hard ly said good bye, then (Db)cas ual ly walked out of my (Eb)life.
Oh, we don’t (Db)talk an y more, talk an y more, talk an y (Ab)more.
Gave me the si lent treat ment.
The least you could ’ve done was (Fm)give me a rea son.
And (Db)I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig (Ab)nore the way I hate you for leav (Eb)ing.
Too much free time star ing (Fm)up at the ceil ing.
It’s been a month since you went and checked (Ab)in.
I wan na ask, “Where the hell have you (Eb)been?” ’Cause I’ve been right where you left me.
Poured my self con trol down the (Ab)sink.
I al most die ev ’ry time the phone (Eb)rings.
Why won’t some bod y help (Fm)me?
(Bbm)I got my hopes too high, (Ab)read in be tween the lines.
(Db)Am I sup posed to read your (Eb)mind?
Oh, we don’t (CN.C.)talk an y more, talk an y more, talk an y more.
Gave me the si lent treat ment.
The least you could ’ve done was (Fm)give me a rea son.
And (Db)I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig (Ab)nore the way I hate you for leav (Eb)ing.
Too much free time star ing (Fm)up at the ceil ing.
You’re a nar cis sist, I’m an op ti mist.
Name a dead li er com bo.
Some thing’s wrong with us.
Ain’t it ob vi ous?
Build me up and then, oh no.
Call me just a friend, here we go a gain.
Tell them all that you hate me, hate me.
It’s like you e (Eb)rased me.
’Cause we don’t (Db5)talk an y more, talk an y more, talk an y (Ab5)more.
Gave me the si lent treat ment.
Did you go find some one or (F5)am I the rea son?
And (Db)I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig (Ab)nore the way I hate you for leav (Eb)ing.
Too much free time star ing (Fm)up at the ceil ing.
Give me a rea son for the treat ment I’ve been (Fm)feel ing.
Give me a rea son for you leav ing.
I’ve been (Fm)scream ing.
This page shows “Silent Treatment” by Freya Skye in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Db at 120 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.