Each day as evening starts to set, the ache builds up in my chest
I know that I must go to bed and try to get some rest.
I hug my tearstained pillow close when no one is around
And cry for the one I loved and lost and scream without a sound.
Others see me in the day and think I’m doing well
But everyday as evening sets I enter my own hell.
Time hasn’t healed my pain at all or quieted my fears
So every night alone in bed I shed those silent tears.