Don't try to fix what isn't broke
If I say I'm fine, I'll say no more
The question repetitive
The answer the same
I'm sick and tired of faking the smiles
Never saying what's in my mind
I don't want to but I play that game
It's easier than explaining the scars inside.
I'll keep it all shut up in that secret place
If something's wrong it won't be said
It'll be locked there with tears unshed
I won't ever let you hear those terrible things
Those shadows of myself that whisper to me
In the darkness when I try to sleep
The nightmares that follow me in troubled slumber
All locked up in that breaking box...