It was a cold day,

but I guess they come and go.

Sometimes I wish I could tell you,

all the things that I don't show.

But then I think again,

and I suppose I'm really not that brave.

See, I can cry at the unfairness,

but my soul is the one thing I cannot save.

With all these empty feelings,

my words are full of excuses and fluff.

But I'll lie and insist I'm fine,

laugh and pretend that I'm actually tough.

Because these scars are my secrets,

and this loneliness is my pain.

This isolation is my safety,

and this sickness is my only gain.

So perhaps I should just say this,

lay every little thing out.

Before you get too close,

let me show you all my darkest doubts.

See, I've had a lot of people leave,

I guess they fear my pain.

So before you get to close,

I warn you there's not much to gain.

Beside a wounded soul,

and a half-felt smile.

So unless you don't mind the shadows,

I'm not really worth your while.

And what I don't say,

is that I'm struggling more than you know.

But I'll keep grinning,

because who am I to destroy the show?