I feel bad for my friends sometimes.
they ask me if I'm okay,
I say yes.
what's wrong with that?
they have no idea what I'm going through,
it's a tragic lie, really.
but I'll save my no for someone who understands.
one-hundred-fifteeen
I feel bad for my friends sometimes.
they ask me if I'm okay,
I say yes.
what's wrong with that?
they have no idea what I'm going through,
it's a tragic lie, really.
but I'll save my no for someone who understands.