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Pretending hurts the most,
Holding in,
And holding back,
They just don’t understand,
How could they?
Why should they care?
Why should they know?
Why shouldn’t they just brush him aside once again?
Even though it’s obvious he’s crying for help,
They don’t understand me,
Nor do I,
They don’t know me,
Nor really do I,
Maybe that’s the problem,
Outside I’m fine,
Inside I’m dying,
I’m slowly wasting away,
But my outer shell is not broken,
My exterior cannot be phased,
But inside,
I’m still dying,
Inside,
I’m still calling,
Reaching out for a hand to grasp mine,
For arms to envelope me,
For a voice to tell me it’ll be alright,
I found that hand,
Those arms,
That voice,
But every day is judgment day,
So the clasp was broken,
The hug was pulled away,
And the voice was silenced,
One day I’ll know myself,
One day other people will know me too,
One day the Bird will be gone,
And on that day,
I’ll find your arms,
And I’ll wrap myself in you,
Then it’ll be alright,
Holding in,
And holding back,
They just don’t understand,
How could they?
Why should they care?
Why should they know?
Why shouldn’t they just brush him aside once again?
Even though it’s obvious he’s crying for help,
They don’t understand me,
Nor do I,
They don’t know me,
Nor really do I,
Maybe that’s the problem,
Outside I’m fine,
Inside I’m dying,
I’m slowly wasting away,
But my outer shell is not broken,
My exterior cannot be phased,
But inside,
I’m still dying,
Inside,
I’m still calling,
Reaching out for a hand to grasp mine,
For arms to envelope me,
For a voice to tell me it’ll be alright,
I found that hand,
Those arms,
That voice,
But every day is judgment day,
So the clasp was broken,
The hug was pulled away,
And the voice was silenced,
One day I’ll know myself,
One day other people will know me too,
One day the Bird will be gone,
And on that day,
I’ll find your arms,
And I’ll wrap myself in you,
Then it’ll be alright,
Problems aren't solved by music, my dear friend. :0)
Just the lyrics are very close to a lot of stuff Rasta writes. I think it'll appeal to him.
Just the lyrics are very close to a lot of stuff Rasta writes. I think it'll appeal to him.
Is there any problem you don't think Pink Floyd can solve. Really?
Excellent, Rasta. Instead, get No Name Face like you said you were going to do. Go on.
Excellent, Rasta. Instead, get No Name Face like you said you were going to do. Go on.
Good.
You really should get Pink Floyd - The Wall. Listen to the whole album start to finish over and over. Really good.
You really should get Pink Floyd - The Wall. Listen to the whole album start to finish over and over. Really good.
Pretending hurts the most,
Holding in,
And holding back,
They just don’t understand,
How could they?
Why should they care?
Why should they know?
Why shouldn’t they just brush him aside once again?
Even though it’s obvious he’s crying for help,
They don’t understand me,
Nor do I,
They don’t know me,
Nor really do I,
Maybe that’s the problem,
Outside I’m fine,
Inside I’m dying,
I’m slowly wasting away,
But my outer shell is not broken,
My exterior cannot be phased,
But inside,
I’m still dying,
Inside,
I’m still calling,
Reaching out for a hand to grasp mine,
For arms to envelope me,
For a voice to tell me it’ll be alright,
I found that hand,
Those arms,
That voice,
But every day is judgment day,
So the clasp was broken,
The hug was pulled away,
And the voice was silenced,
One day I’ll know myself,
One day other people will know me too,
One day the Bird will be gone,
And on that day,
I’ll find your arms,
And I’ll wrap myself in you,
Then it’ll be alright,
Holding in,
And holding back,
They just don’t understand,
How could they?
Why should they care?
Why should they know?
Why shouldn’t they just brush him aside once again?
Even though it’s obvious he’s crying for help,
They don’t understand me,
Nor do I,
They don’t know me,
Nor really do I,
Maybe that’s the problem,
Outside I’m fine,
Inside I’m dying,
I’m slowly wasting away,
But my outer shell is not broken,
My exterior cannot be phased,
But inside,
I’m still dying,
Inside,
I’m still calling,
Reaching out for a hand to grasp mine,
For arms to envelope me,
For a voice to tell me it’ll be alright,
I found that hand,
Those arms,
That voice,
But every day is judgment day,
So the clasp was broken,
The hug was pulled away,
And the voice was silenced,
One day I’ll know myself,
One day other people will know me too,
One day the Bird will be gone,
And on that day,
I’ll find your arms,
And I’ll wrap myself in you,
Then it’ll be alright,