Not a word is spoken when you leave
No one asks
No one wants to know
The sustenance of ignorant bliss
Short-lived, but calm

You greet your life of misery
With a bottle of wine
Not bothering to consider
That your misery
Is my pain

They keep on building
Lies piling up on me
My knees buckle and my legs shake
But I am strong

I can hold your world
Even when you can't
But mother, while I'm holding yours,
Who will hold me?