Oh, the clock chimes,
another morning. I said that
"I won't cry,"
colored face with flamboyant dyes.
If they worry, it's simple to just deny.
Oh, it feels great to rely
on someone's shoulder,
but I'm not safe
from the inevitable "goodbye."
And when the world is against you,
he's there as your ally,
ready to go high,
ready to fly.
To act so tough—
not to be shy.
As the days pass by,
I promised to myself,
"I can't cry,"
for my once wet cheeks
have gotten dry.
That's when I realized
I lied.
Then I said to myself,
"Would it be better
to just
die?"
