When you told us the
Disease you had, i never understood.
You said it made you sad,
Thats all i knew it could.
You never seemed that way,
I guess you held it in.
Its always easier never to show
The pain you hide within.
So when i told you mine,
You said "for real?" But cant you see?
The pain i hide within is real, yes,
But real is not in me.