Self Soother

Tear drops whisper the unspoken words I long to scream
I'm such a good faker, things aren't really what they seem

My emotional muscles are wearing thin I've ripped off the tissue to dry my eyes once again

But if you ask me "what's wrong?"
I'll dismiss the issue and heal the scar with a song

Something soft and mellow so I can drift to merely exist for a while

Keep your head up, you're doing OK
your shoulder's occupied now but comfort's not far away

I have myself, that's all I need or so I am told when I start to bleed

crying these fears is hard for me
but before mine scab over
you're already waiting to see

Of course I'll be there, your personal bandage
to catch your fears as they drip from your heart down into mine