I'm getting worse 
                              And you don't know
                              Because I hide it 
                              With a smile 
                              And a laugh. 
                              I tell you stories
                              Of how good I've been
                              And you believe them. 
                              I tell you I've stopped
                              And you believe me. 
                              And the sad part is
                              If I told you I was 
                              Sad again you 
                              Probably wouldn't believe me. 
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              YOU ARE READING
Is your joke still funny? (Book 1)
PoetryI love you and I'm missing you (All disclaimers in the bar above :))
 
                                               
                                                  