Swallowing tears is poisonous to the soul.
Held inside where they aren't supposed to go.
Pressure builds in the body and makes it sick,
It's a pain in the neck and makes tempers quick.
I don't have time to grieve and cry, so I just press on.
I know I won't be able to keep up this facade for long...
I refuse to cry, I'm not gonna cry, until I am alone,
Only then will I allow the dam to break- all on my own.
