"I can read you like a book, so what's the point of lying"
I looked at her while she looked down
"How are you?"
I asked her the same question everyday, and got the same answer everyday
"I'm fine, you?"
I know the truth. She's not fine, she's breaking on the inside. I need to help her, but I don't know how.
"That's great, I'm fine too"
That's what I said when I actually wanted to say
"I can read you like a book, so what's the point of lying"
