Here i am... what do you see?
people look at me.... what do they perceive?
a single mother trying desperately to get by
holds her head up
never allowed to cry
sh'e so strong...
they say
she talks about it freely
its the talking thats easy
feeling the pain is hard
so i push it deep inside
laugh it off as a joke
a great Jerry Springer episode
but when do i get to collapse?
when do i get a break to mourn?
when can i hand off some responsibility
to give me time to get by
stay strong...
stay happy...
always smile..
never give them anything to worry about....
a reason to believe you're not all right
sometimes i feel lost
like a child myself..
but who can i tell?
who doesn't have there own problems?
who actually cares?
bad day?
so....
look after your like...
your reason to live...
what gives you the right to have a bad day...
the right...
if only...
i would cry...
but who would know?
who would really care...
so i'll keep going on as before
the little mother
the make-believe house wife
the happy one
stay strong....
forget to cry...
let life pass me by....
