Nuclear Saturday Anti Climax
Each night I!
turn my back and face the wall,
there’s nothing you can say at all.
And when you fall asleep you think
that everything is fine.
Lying on this bed of broken glass,
too scared to move. This too shall pass
This scene played out a thousand times.
The quiet game is starting now.
You keep this love in restraint!
the better part of virtue,
shaping everything I do and
everything undone.
I keep this pain for myself, (I keep this pain for myself)
to fill the void that’s left from
putting pride up on the shelf.
And I’m not inclined to share,
so don’t tell me that you care.
Believe me I’m prepared to face this on my own.
To suffer without a sound,
to play they role while you’re around.
And all the while, these fading smiles
betray the truth,
or so it seems.
No one can heal these broken wings.
I cherish every night that I can’t sleep.
This fire fueled by every secret
that I never chose to keep.
This dead weight forever chains me to the deep.
What goes unsaid may still be tearing me apart,
burning new scars across my heart but you won’t know.
