Smiling but wanting to cry,
Talking but wishing I could be quiet.
I’m tired of all these tissues,
And issues.
I hope you’re not telling me
Just what I want to hear,
Cause it’s working.
I want to disappear,
But you’ll be worried about me,
And I can’t have that.
So I stay and I talk,
I pretend that I’m fine
And that you mean what you say.
So yeah,
I really hope you aren’t saying only what
I want to hear.