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It's very simple really
You wouldn't have to know me very well to figure it out
But you'd have to know me well for me to tell you
I'm too proud to say it, maybe too scared
I can't say I can tell the difference any more.

You want to know why—
Why won't I cry?
In front of you, in front of anyone
Why I keep my tears to myself,
For the times when no one can see me

Well maybe, maybe it's time you knew
The rules were very simple:
I was a child, therefore I knew nothing
I was a child, therefore I was meant to obey
Tears would not help me

You worked; you did what you were told
You kept your mouth shut
And God help you if you couldn't do it by yourself
For whatever reason
Tears would not help you

He was a hard-assed old bastard, sometimes.
Most people never saw it.
He wasn't cruel, I won't say that
But it was very clear very early
That tears got you nowhere

I blame it on the fact that he had no sisters
Only brothers
But I don't know for sure
Crying only made you look pathetic in his eyes
Tears never helped you

I was overreacting, putting on an act
Something to that effect
Or that's what he believed anyway
I used to be prone to tears
Now they have to be pried out of me

I take the pain and bottle it up and it builds
And when something sets me off I run,
I flee and I hide my tears
Like they're something to be ashamed of
I don't think he meant to do that to me

But I don't know.
You see now, don't you?
That's why I won't cry, why I sit alone or the tears never come
Why it aches and tears at my heart until I break
Tears never helped me then

Why should they now?

Description
It's very simple really
You wouldn't have to know me very well to figure it out
But you'd have to know me well for me to tell you
I'm too proud to say it, maybe too scared
I can't say I can tell the difference any more.

You want to know why—
Why won't I cry?
In front of you, in front of anyone
Why I keep my tears to myself,
For the times when no one can see me

Well maybe, maybe it's time you knew
The rules were very simple:
I was a child, therefore I knew nothing
I was a child, therefore I was meant to obey
Tears would not help me

You worked; you did what you were told
You kept your mouth shut
And God help you if you couldn't do it by yourself
For whatever reason
Tears would not help you

He was a hard-assed old bastard, sometimes.
Most people never saw it.
He wasn't cruel, I won't say that
But it was very clear very early
That tears got you nowhere

I blame it on the fact that he had no sisters
Only brothers
But I don't know for sure
Crying only made you look pathetic in his eyes
Tears never helped you

I was overreacting, putting on an act
Something to that effect
Or that's what he believed anyway
I used to be prone to tears
Now they have to be pried out of me

I take the pain and bottle it up and it builds
And when something sets me off I run,
I flee and I hide my tears
Like they're something to be ashamed of
I don't think he meant to do that to me

But I don't know.
You see now, don't you?
That's why I won't cry, why I sit alone or the tears never come
Why it aches and tears at my heart until I break
Tears never helped me then

Why should they now?