Oh, I'll dutifully bite my lip
And sit on my small white hands
I will neatly swallow my words continuously
Stop asking for you to understand

I will gaze at you so innocently
With an empty adoration in my eye
And quickly turn my face away
If even a single tear should I cry

Quietly, I'll answer all that you ask
Saying that which you long to hear
Careful not to burden you with complaint
For my own, I will keep my crosses to bear

And every day I will bite my lip
To continue expertly playing this part
Yes you'll talk of the weather and I'll hear your troubles
But you'll never know of the pain in my own heart

(2000)