She would rather suffer in pain, Than worry you with her issues, You have to read it between the lines, Under her eyes, She'll take her death fears with her, To the grave. She's an expert in being the brave one, Her smiles are well rehearsed, And she thinks that's how she loves you best, By not letting you in... But deep, deep within; There's a small part of her weeping, Keeping her up in the middle of the night, Wishing someone would only hold her tight, And whisper to her it would all be all right, Without her having to ask... But she's too good at pretending, She can't even break her own facade now, Though she does try so hard. The words die on her tongue, She's had enough of pain, But she can't even scream; Unless it's in the dark, And yet no sound seems to come for her.