They say that you find your strength
in your moments of weakness
when being strong is all you have left
because you can't afford the cost
of giving in and being weak.
The price of strength is pain,
loneliness even in a crowd
because they count on you to be strong
and that sticks you in a cold box
where you can no longer be yourself.
Wearing a mask to hide yourself
and hide that you're falling apart
you comfort the ones around,
tell them to lean on you, you'll get them through
and its ok to be weak because you've got them.
But you keep your emotions tightly woven
in a mask that you hide behind,
promising yourself that they'll never see you weak,
have the satisfaction of seeing you cry again,
if you show a weakness it'll kill you.
People take your hand, pull you aside
and tell you its ok to cry,
that you don't have to stand so strong
or be by yourself
but they don't know what they say.
If I were to breakdown and be weak
I don't know if I'd ever get back up,
if I let it out just a little
then all of it will come pouring out
and it would tear apart my world.
If I let it out just a little
then the dam would be broken at last
that I've worked so hard to hold up
and I'd finally be tired and feed up
and walk away from it all.
