You don’t have to walk a mile in my shoes
To see the souls are wearing thin
And you don’t have hear the bad news
To see the mess I’m standing in
And you don’t have to hold a hand out-
I can take to feet alone
And don’t ask me what I cry about
Cause the pain I feel’s my own
Some things are better left unshared
And others are best unsaid
And I’d rather, in truth, you were unaware
Of the scream inside my head.
What you don’t know won’t hurt me
At least, it won’t hurt my pride.
So I’ll just keep all the worst of me
Quietly hidden inside.