They say I don't know what pain is,
But I do, I've tasted it,
I live in it,
I don't wear it on my face
But men I feel it always.
I hide my pain
But not only do I hide my pain,
I hide my tears,
As I bury my head under my pillow
Each night goes and I feed the demons underneath me.
I feed them the tears of my eyes,
Any night that passes without my demons fed,
I don't sleep cos they cal out to me,
They're my only family cos they care when I'm not there,
My presence is my tears,
My tears is their meal
And the whole process is our fellowship.