• People can ask me if I like my life.
    I could say no while holding a knife.
    For sometimes I do wish to die.
    But I just smile and tell a lie.

    My friends ask me, do I cry.
    And so I tell another lie.
    For I usually do cry every now and then.
    But if I told them, would they still be my friend.

    My parents asked me why I stay in my room.
    And to my surprise they didn't assume.
    That I stay in my room so I can think
    Of how in my misery I can sink.

    My parents and friends can't figure it out.
    What the girl inside is really about.
    They dont know how much I cry,
    Or how well I can tell a lie.

    The guy I like told me "You can't lie to me"
    For the true me he can see
    He see's me everytime I cry
    And he knows everytime I lie.