I hurt so much but I can't tell anyone.
My stomach is in knots,
Eating itself alive.
My palms are sweaty,
But I feel so cold.
I can't handle seeing you flirt with other people.
If I weren't here you'd be off with them.
I can't handle knowing all my friends are having fun.
I'm sitting at home because I'm too sad for fun.
I can't handle that man dying.
It's been too long since I've seen him and he's giving up.
I don't know what to do.
I'm going to end up dying, too.
If I could just tell someone,
Maybe these chest pains would go away.
If I told just one person
These headaches might ease up.
But I can't tell anyone.
My stomach will burn itself up.
I'll shrivel up.
And no one will know what happened.