Charade

I see the scars, the burns on your skin And my heart aches, a quiet storm within I want to ask you, what has caused such pain But your eyes seem to say, "No need to explain" I watch as you play it off, as if it's just a phase But I know the truth, the hurt that it embraces I wish I could help, to make the pain fade But you just smile, as if it's all blissfully charade