She is sitting on her bed, with her notebook and pen
Now, she is thinking deeply
Music playing on the background.
She doesn't know the reason
She suddenly keep quiet
Quiet still, her mind speaking up
Just enjoying the sound of music while writing.
So many questions in her mind
That the answers are so few
She wants to cry but holding it back so well.
She wants to go somewhere
No one knows her
And just strangers around.
"Where did I go wrong?" she asked herself
She just suddenly feel the urge to not talk to anyone.
She knows it in her heart
Her silence will hurt them
But one thing she knows
Within her, she's confused, she's upset, she's a whirlwind.
Everyone knows she's happy outside
They see her happy
But deep inside her, "is it enough to be like this all the time?"
Until when will she be happy outside?
And within her, she doesn't know what's going on
Now she's shedding a tear.
Maybe, she is still broken inside
While she can pretend to be happy outside
So, they will not be worried on her
She's really a great pretender to them.
It's just that she doesn't want them to worry about her
She can keep all the hurt for so long
She's a great manager on that
Hahahahaha.
Now, she really make up her mind
She will be quiet 'til she becomes better
'til she feels good inside.
She doesn't want to rant again on someone
That's why she got her pen and write
Music is enough for her
'til she becomes better again.✌
