Suffer in silence

Verse 1

You say I don’t need to write a song

For every feeling that you hurt,

But you don’t listen when I’m speaking

And I just want to be heard.

So I tell my feelings to the paper

And I turn them into song,

’Cause the paper listens closely

And the pen won’t get it wrong.

my words don’t matter when I say them,

So I write them down instead.

You can call it overreacting,

But it’s survival in my head.

Pre‑Chorus

I don’t write them to upset you,

I just wanted you to hear me.

But I’ll just suffer here in silence,

Too scared to let you see me.

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Chorus

I’m not asking you to fix me,

Just to notice when I break.

So I hide my heart in lyrics

’Cause it’s quieter than what’s at stake.

I only ever wanted you to hear me

Without turning it into a fight,

So I keep my voice folded in the margins

’Cause it’s safest on the page tonight

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Verse 2

I’ve rehearsed a thousand moments

Where you finally understand,

But the words get lost between us

When I try to speak them out loud again.

So I trace the things I’m feeling

In the lines you never read,

And I pray that someday you’ll notice

All the places where I bleed.

’Cause I’m softer than you realise,

And I break where you can’t see.

Every time I try to open up,

I lose a little piece of me.

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Pre‑Chorus

I don’t write them to accuse you,

I just needed you to hear me.

But I’m learning how to whisper

In a world that doesn’t see me.

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Chorus

I’m not asking you to fix me,

Just to notice when I break.

So I hide my heart in lyrics

’Cause it’s quieter than what’s at stake.

I only ever wanted you to hear me

Without turning it into a fight,

So I keep my voice folded in the margins

’Cause it’s safest on the page tonight

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Bridge

Maybe one day you’ll read the lines

And finally understand,

That I never needed saving —

Just a gentle place to land.

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Final Chorus

I’m not asking you to fix me,

Just to meet me where I am.

So I’ll keep my heart in lyrics

Till I can trust it in your hand

I only ever wanted you to hear me,

But I’m learning how to stand,

With my voice held safe on paper

Till you learn to hold it in your hands again