I’m moaning that there’s no-one,
But it is all my fault,
If I opened my mouth,
There would be a fountain of trouble.
So, I have learnt to keep quiet,
That for me to open my big gob,
Causes to much chaos and anger,
And I don’t want to burst their bubble.
They think that I am happy,
I have told them so,
They think my pain is over,
Because that’s what I said.
I don’t want them to know,
That inside of me is ice,
A frozen wasteland- dead to the world,
And my heart is made of lead.
So next time I moan there is no-one,
Will someone please say,
Everyone is there for me,
I’ve just got to let them know.
They cannot read my mind,
It is impossible to expect,
For them to know when something’s up,
I have to let my feelings show.
