[Intro: slow intense saxophone medley, drums hit] Few can understand the trials we’ve endured. They’d never know. Nothing was ever assured. [Verse 1: Fast, raspy] Tears withheld, final goodbyes chances. Stoic stances with wincing glances. [Chorus: Slower, saxophone soften] Behind the mask, I’m breaking slow, A stoic heart they’ll never know. Pain runs deep, but I stand tall, Necessity hides it all. [Verse 2: Punk energy] “Promise me you’ll return” you’d ask. “I’ll sure try” I’d say crass. This little waltz every time. Unfeeling, it’s so easy. It’s a mask. [Bridge: Tempo drops, vocals strain] Swallow the hurt, I play the part, Cracked inside, but steel at heart. Words cut sharp, a fleeting clue, Stoic’s all I know to do. [saxophone groovy, slow but full of emotion solo] [Verse 3: Builds again] Disregard the act; the motions. Underneath a wreckage of emotions. Felt, but never shown. Cut but never bled. Casually embedded shrapnel of trauma. [Chorus: Louder, emotive] Behind the mask, I’m breaking slow, A stoic heart they’ll never know. Pain runs deep, but I stand tall, Necessity hides it all. [Verse 4: Snarky peak] Pain covered with attitude, a thin gauze. A quick retort; a hint of the pain because… “My heart has no room for you, but the trunk of my car definitely does.” [Outro: saxophone wails, fades] Behind the mask, I’m breaking slow, Stoic necessity—on I go.
