No-one Knows But Me
No-one wants the snow to stay
But I could watch it fall for days
To hear the solemn song it plays
And no-one knows but me.
I long for harder rain to fall
A tempo made for Carnegie Hall
The howling winds will bid me sleep
When fear has killed the sheep.
I like old sitcoms on repeat
And wallow in the pleasures sweet
I dream of those I wish to meet
And no-one knows but me.
My words are choice for each occasion
The drama lacks a certain persuasion
My heart is young, naive and weak
And the countenance is bleak.
My world, in many ways, is small
But it is my world after all
The glass is cracked but I stand tall
And no-one knows but me.
But I could watch it fall for days
To hear the solemn song it plays
And no-one knows but me.
I long for harder rain to fall
A tempo made for Carnegie Hall
The howling winds will bid me sleep
When fear has killed the sheep.
I like old sitcoms on repeat
And wallow in the pleasures sweet
I dream of those I wish to meet
And no-one knows but me.
My words are choice for each occasion
The drama lacks a certain persuasion
My heart is young, naive and weak
And the countenance is bleak.
My world, in many ways, is small
But it is my world after all
The glass is cracked but I stand tall
And no-one knows but me.