What’s wrong? Why don’t you show?
Your heart’s been lost for a long time ago.
Why are you afraid to speak your mind?
In your eyes, confusion and stories of every kind.
You’ve changed so much from what you used to be,
Locked the doors to your heart, and thrown away the key.
You’ve loved and left so many a place,
Living inside you, feelings fade without a trace.
Each day you stumble, your steps feel small,
From all the times they made you feel so tall.
You tire, where can you find your cure?
You bid a dream farewell each day, unsure.
Sorrows surround you, and estrangement too,
The wound is deep, and nothing interests you.
"Welcome, welcome," and "goodbye, goodbye" you say,
Your nature's now few words, and no words can convey.
Conceal, conceal, my heart, no matter how you try,
Before all the people, our sorrow's not shy.
And it’s okay, okay, no one in this world it seems,
Gets attached to something without losing it in their dreams.
Everyone who was with you in the frame has gone,
Your homeland, family, and friends have all moved on.
How many waved goodbye and left without a reason?
You see in your eyes a look of longing, in every season.
Longing for whom? For who, I ask?
The years keep passing, and people wear a mask.
With every tick of the clock's hand, it's clear,
Memories die inside us, year after year.
We filled our hearts with what has passed away,
And forgot to live, caught in yesterday.
It was written we'd walk this road and part,
Every single thing is stolen from the heart.
Life slowly drained, and settled on nothing at all.
Conceal, conceal, my heart, no matter how you try,
Before all the people, our sorrow's not shy.
And it’s okay, okay, no one in this world it seems,
Gets attached to something without losing it in their dreams.
Conceal, conceal, my heart, no matter how you try,
Before all the people, our sorrow's not shy.
And it’s okay, okay, no one in this world it seems,
Gets attached to something without losing it in their dreams.
Conceal, conceal, my heart, no matter how you try,
Before all the people, our sorrow's not shy.
And it’s okay, okay, no one in this world it seems,
Gets attached to something without losing it in their dreams.
