When I was little,
They told me "don't cry."
They said "be calm,
That's how you survive."

When I bleed,
Its okay, its just a little blood.
That little scrape above your knee,
Won't ever mean anything.

Now I'm grown,
And I don't shed a tear.
My wounds are inside,
And I cry when no one will hear.

My heart hurts,
My chest is leaden,
But I have to be tough,
Let no one in.

Because when I was little,
They said "don't cry."
They said "be calm,
That's how you survive."