Tell yourself that you're just tired.
Tell yourself that it was the yawn.
But don't tell that to us. We saw the tear.
Try not to let us know about it.
About how you still think about her.
About how you stay up until 5 AM, sobbing into your pillow.
Stop acting so ashamed.
As if it's a tragedy that we know.
We've all been there, many times.
Tell yourself that she doesn't bother you anymore.
Tell yourself that you don't want to call her this second.
But don't tell that to us. You're lying.
Don't tell us you were listening to Star Cecil again.
Or pull that bull that you just miss your dad.
Tell that to yourself, because you will believe it.
We've all been there.
I've been there, he's been there, she's been there.
You aren't alone in the least.
You will find not one soul on this earth,
Who doesn't understand your feelings.
Because practically everyone knows.
Stop crying into your pillow.
Get out of your room and take a shower.
Forget her, and get on with your life.