Pain has a way of settling,
It hollows out a spot,
Sinking into our bones,
To make a home out of us.
Pain has a way of settling,
It hollows out a spot,
Sinking into our bones,
To make a home out of us.
It’s exhausting,
Smiling and telling everyone I’m okay,
I’m tired of holding my head high,
Nights spent crying and days spent laughing,
And the worst thing is that you believe the lie,
That everything’s fine inside my head,
When really it’s the last place I want to be.
I can’t call tonight,
If I do, you’ll hear it.
The crack in my voice,
Where the pain hides,
I’m aching to tell you,
All of the skeletons I have,
Yet the only words that reach,
They just say, “I’m fine.”