You may see me everyday, standing, smiling, and no hint of despair
Yet did you know my smile hides my tears and near to the surface are my fears
The door slams I jump, a shout, and I cower
Didn't you know I live a double life, not by my will but under someone else's power
My bruises aren't visible, but they're not quite invisible
Instead of a broken arm, my spirit is splintered
Headaches, heartaches, and mental trauma are all caused by his drama
Didn't you know I live a double life; my disguise is that I look like the perfect wife
I fear for my children, like a good parent
But what if my cover becomes transparent
I must stop them from seeing any pain
This double life… it might be too late they may already be pawns in this game
