Pain & Laughter

You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
But, alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the fear that closes her eyes,
The smile she wears is but a disguise,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the hope that is finally dead,
She cannot trust for her heart has been bled,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the love that lies within,
But she shall never love again,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see death's hand that has glazed her eyes,
No one saw her die inside,
They won't cry.
No, they won't cry.


Oh, he was sad, oh, he was sad.
he didn't mean to do it.

Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs,
go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces,
but no more. Certain thrills knock you flat
on your heets on your bed in your room and you fade
and they fade. You falter and they're gone, gone, gone.
Certain thrills puff off you like smoke rings,
some like bell rings growing out, out, turning
brass, steel, gold, till the whole world's filled
with the gonging of your thrills.

But oh, he was sad, he was just sad, sad,
and he didn't mean to do it.