On icy winter days when you let yourself take a cold water bath,
On days where words come to you and you refuse to penn them down .
Those bleeding wounds you hide behind a brave face.
Not long before it comes crumbling down,
The happy facade shattered into pieces,
Oh dear dear look at you,
In shambles and frozen screams,
Ironic how asking help is cowardly
And hiding the trauma considered brave .
Oh sweetie listen up nice and clear,
Self pity ain't going to do you any good.