The way they look at me
Its a look I know well
Its sympathy
Its curiosity
I hate that look
If they know what happened
They give me that look
They tell me itll be ok
But I know that
Im getting stronger everyday
I tell them not to worry
They say they wont
They lie
I tell them no sympathy
They say they cant help it
They dont know how hard it is
They ask me
But they dont want to know
Not really
Theyll never know this pain
Thats important
Because theyll never get that look
Of sympathy
Of curiosity
I hate that look
