And say it is not hurting though a bruise will remain
Would you have me pretend it, that the hurt isn't there
Can you explain why you're thinking that this is even fair?
Pretending might cover it up: this most painful scar
And it might even get me going but it won't carry me far
For deep down inside of me in my wound-ness there
I'm waiting to be healed and am waiting for some care..
I know you might be meaning well with your words ever kind
But telling me to get over it, is not so soothing to my mind
It's like saying to me: just forget it or pretend that you're okay
When in all reality I am hurting and and having a bad day..