I'll put up a front
Beyond closed doors is my desperation for your touch
But I won't let you see it
I won't let you see me break down
All the nights where I hold onto my pillow
Wishing it was you In my arms
I won't let you see the mascara stains
I can't afford for you to see me weak
My tough exterior
It's been broken through before
I just had to build it back even stronger