You'd think having someone take up your time you'd be satisfied,
But you know how depression can be classified.
I want to die inside,
So I make sure to smile real wide.
If they don't suspect a thing,
When the phone doesn't ring,
Maybe it'd be worth it.
Maybe there's some real wit.
Maybe I'm going to bottle it all up,
Never let any of it fall into a different cup.
Because at the end of the day,
No one cares what I would say.
