They can't see the tears I'm crying,
They can't see what is inside,
They can't see the pain I'm in,
The pain I try to hide.

They accuse me of doing that,
They accuse me of doing this,
Is there only accusation in this life?
Is accusation all there is?

I need to know the answers,
And I need to know them now,
I'll find out the point in living,
Someday, somewhere, somehow.

Consolation I need find,
Peace and calmness I need know,
But I only find accusation and hurt,
And where did the peace and calmness go?

At night my soft, warm pillow,
Catches all my tears,
And keeps them locked away,
For years and years and years.

I tell no one all my problems,
Because they just walk away,
So I cry myself to sleep each night,
And hope I die before the day.

I keep my hurt locked up inside,
But they can't see the pain,
I don't mean to but I let it out in anger,
And then let it build up again.

Is this the life I have to live?
Is this the pain I have to know?
Are these the tears I have to keep?
And make sure I never let them show.

 
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