There's a Sting In My Heart

There’s a sting inside my heart

a sharp ache — quiet, but breaks me apart

No one sees it, no one knows,

but I can feel it when it grows.

So I smile to hide the storm,

pretend I’m fine, pretend I’m warm,

pretend the pain is far away —

but it stays, it stays, it stays.

How do I say that breathing burns?

That every step — the world just turns

a little heavier, a little slow,

and walking feels like letting go?

So I wear my calm like skin,

tuck the trembling deep within,

pretend my soul won’t fade to gray —

but it frays, it frays, it frays.

How do I make them understand

what they can’t see, can’t hold in hand?

They laugh, they pass, they never stay,

so I laugh too — it’s safer that way.

If pain’s my shadow, let it dance,

let it haunt my every chance,

I’ll smile till the hurt decays —

but it plays, it plays, it plays.

Yeah, I smile — that’s what they see,

a mask carved carefully over me.

Maybe if I fake it long enough,

this heart will call my bluff.

So I whisper to the ache inside,

“Stay quiet, love, we’ll both survive.”

I’ll keep smiling through the days —

come what may, come what may, come what may.

But there’s a question haunting me:

If I can’t feel, am I truly free?

Does the ache die out, or just lay low,

breathing quiet beneath the glow?

And if the pain forgets my name,

will I still be me, or lose my flame?

Still, I keep smiling anyway —

anyway, anyway, anyway.

Ah, the pain, it stays, it frays, it plays,

yeah yeah, it stays, it frays, it plays.

I’ll keep smiling, come what may,

come what may, come what may.

Yes yes, I keep smiling anyway —

anyway, anyway, anyway.