The song of the unfortunates

Lying

My friend and I lie together,

About life, friends, scars

We lie about whatever

But sometimes we can't.

The pain gets too much,

And we need to cry, yet we say we shan't.

So we sit there and dwell,

About times long gone

And the future as well.

Then we pull on a smile,

And say "I'm fine"

When we've really been dying all this while.

And at least we don't die

But what we do is sad,

'Cause we just cry.