You don’t know,
They do not see,
They cannot hear,
They believe all is well with me,
They fear me not.
I paint my face,
Put on a good show.
She spoke but no one heard, every scream seemed a whisper, and so she took pen to paper…
She spoke but no one heard, every scream seemed a whisper, and so she took pen to paper…
You don’t know,
They do not see,
They cannot hear,
They believe all is well with me,
They fear me not.
I paint my face,
Put on a good show.