If I could tell you the amount of times, I’ve had to bite my lip
down for you,
All the times I’ve changed my frown to a smile for you,
If you ask, I’ll say I’m alright.
You don’t really want to know,
You ask, but when I try to talk you don’t really want to know.
So here I sit, in silence–a quiet day in hell.
The people who care, I feel sad for,
They have their own wars to fight, but always take on mine,
I have learnt to bottle my sores, to keep the wounds under my sleeves,
You won’t see the outsides, nor the insides that are torn.
Every day I’ll sit here, every day I’ll keep quiet,
It’s just another quiet day in hell.
If you’d just listen, maybe I would, too.
For now we sit in silence
Just another quiet day in hell