Post by Vacancy on Jan 2, 2004 3:57:18 GMT
I'm feeling the pain,
feeling the hurt...
Feeling the burdens,
feeling the burns...
You may not see,
what's hiding in of me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show...
when you tease,
it does hurt!
Though my face stays smooth,
you've ripped at open wounds...
You may not see,
what's hiding in me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show...
When I can't stand it,
still I do not cry,
when I withhold it,
it makes me wanna die,
You may not see,
what's hiding in me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show...
I'm hurting to deeply now,
shamed too thoughrouly now,
hiding too much now,
I canna stand it.
You may not see,
what's hiding in me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show,
Now I run home,
not allowing a single tear,
till the door is shut tight,
and none are there to hear.
You may not see,
what's hiding in me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show...
hurting on the inside,
showing nothing outside,
long ignored wounds,
are loosing scabs too soon.
Suddenly I see,
hands reaching out for me,
flowing with their pow'r,
yet a fair as a flower...
Healing hands they are,
filled with healing pow'r,
reaching out to me,
my wounds are no more...
feeling the hurt...
Feeling the burdens,
feeling the burns...
You may not see,
what's hiding in of me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show...
when you tease,
it does hurt!
Though my face stays smooth,
you've ripped at open wounds...
You may not see,
what's hiding in me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show...
When I can't stand it,
still I do not cry,
when I withhold it,
it makes me wanna die,
You may not see,
what's hiding in me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show...
I'm hurting to deeply now,
shamed too thoughrouly now,
hiding too much now,
I canna stand it.
You may not see,
what's hiding in me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show,
Now I run home,
not allowing a single tear,
till the door is shut tight,
and none are there to hear.
You may not see,
what's hiding in me,
you may not know,
what I choose not to show...
hurting on the inside,
showing nothing outside,
long ignored wounds,
are loosing scabs too soon.
Suddenly I see,
hands reaching out for me,
flowing with their pow'r,
yet a fair as a flower...
Healing hands they are,
filled with healing pow'r,
reaching out to me,
my wounds are no more...
