| Why didn't I tell you? I say then, I didn't want to worry you. 'You fell down, Hurt your knee. Why didn't you tell us? ' 'It's not a problem. It's just a cut.' 'You're not well. Why don't you tell us? ' 'It didn't seem that much important.' This is what I say then. Then when I try to be your good girl, Who is not armed with her pen. Who starts to cry with a death wish For the pain that she's having. Pain she feels When her body's not her own. Pain she feels When there is nowhere to go. Pain she feels When she knows you won't listen. Pain she feels When she knows there's no more to know. At the wrong time, You ask the right things For which I can only give Wrong answers. The lies I keep for you. Wrong answers. My small white lies Don't hurt you nor I. But like snakes in the grass Eventually will be seen Screamed at, then killed For the things they've been. But it won't stop If it starts This dam once broken Won't be held back. These lies I keep for you, They'll have to be kept Till you ask the right questions At the right time. |