Don't ya ever just get tired,
Of the dial done ringing in your ear?
Does being alone,
Ever become overwhelming?
The scars so carefully hidden,
Do they really help the mental pain?
The tone is numbing now.
Being alone has become the norm.
Pain is only weakness.
Short answers rely,
on what's left unsaid
Not so much a cry for help,
As a Song of Strength,
Of Holding On
