I think I should speak to you, stranger. Your problem is clear now to me. You think that the whole world's against you, An' you tell everyone that you see.
Just suffer in silence, speak no bitter words. The world offers no sympathy. Though trouble surrounds you, an' you long to be heard, Just suffer in silence, like me.
I'll give you a lesson in living, And I hope it stays with you a while. You're the reason for all of your sorrows, So just suffer in silence, and smile.
Just suffer in silence, speak no bitter words. The world offers no sympathy. Though trouble surrounds you, an' you long to be heard, Just suffer in silence, like me.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
