Look inside, my secret life
That closet’s full of bones
Rarely does the real me show
Control freak on his throne
Just beneath this slick veneer
I feel as if I’m crumblin’
Too far off the well-marked path
I’m blinded and I’m stumblin’…

CHORUS
Where is love when you’re hurt?
It’s not a pretty picture
I don’t know what I’m worth
It’s not a pretty picture
How do I gauge my life
When I’m alone?
Driftin’ on my own
It’s not a pretty picture

When I see me in you
That old familiar pain
Rode too hard and hung up wet
Crushed beneath the strain
If it were acceptable
I’d touch and reassure
Why do I hold it in
If my motive’s pure?

CHORUS

It may be all I can do just to say
‘Til we’re both sucked back into the grind
I understand when you’re hurt and alone
I’d like to lend you an ear sometimes
‘Cause there’s too many critics and not enough kindness…

CHORUS

Words and music by Chuck Brown
Copyright 1997 (Waters Fine Music/BMI)