Silence or Sound

Pretty sure I understand the ways and means of circumstance,

how you would not be the one

If there was a part of me that had a little sympathy, I'd leave it all alone, leave it all alone, leave it all alone

We've a ways to go from here, there's a way that I might fear, there's a life inside my own little mind,

There's a mess, a demonstration I guess, a place where I can be best, a way that I don't need you

Now that you're gone, I mean it

Now that I leave you to rot on the ground

There won't be silence and there won't be sound at all

Pretty sure how to understand the ways and means of circumstance,