Only if you can understand what I am going through.
Only if you knew how many times I’ve hid my tears from you, and not let you sense my pain.
If you knew about the pain, the pain that lives in me and won’t leave me.
Just because I’m not crying do you think I’m not hurt. Why? Do you think you left any tears in me?
If you don’t see me complaining, does that make you think I’m not hurt? Oh how much I’ve complained to you, but not once did you hear me complain.
Oh how you have destroyed me, and yet I don’t let you sense my pain.
Only if you can see what you have done to me.
Maybe one day you will be able to open your eyes and see what you have lost, only then it will be a little to late for you to erase my scars.