No one will ever know the tears, I cry.
When I sit alone at night.
No one will ever know the pain, I feel.
When I sit alone at night.

They my inner hurt.
They my inner pain that I keep bottle up inside.
Only releasing my hurtfulness through my tears.

I miss the ones that have gone before me.
I miss them daily and constantly.
Mainly because, they were the very heart of me.

But I go on forward into the world.
Not afraid of what I find?
But very assure of what I know?

That no one will ever know of my hurt.
Not even those I see in church.
Cause I put on my smile and pretend.
Even when surrounded by my friends.