Sometimes I wonder why they stick around.
They’re there on the nights I isolate myself and don’t make a sound.
They’re there when all I can do is cry
And for some reason they don’t pry.
I love those who check in on me when they don’t even know
I’m falling apart on the inside but sometimes it’s best to put on a show.
Pretending is better than explaining what’s going on in your head.
