I've been up since Monday, Not an ounce of sleep I feel so dead inside But that ain't stopping me - From smiling on the outside
Because a song I listened to last night, That provoked certain thoughts and urges, Said that it doesn't matter what's on the inside; That you need to shove it deep down inside and just smile Because only what's on the surface matters
So that's what I've been doing so far - In the 2 hours I've been in public and around my best friend I've smiled and threw jokes out Laughing perfected fake laughs Pretending that I'm sleeping while the world was dreaming That I was having a happy dream in a cozy slumber
I pretend I wasn't crying all night long, alone As I convinced myself that my best friend didn't need me; When I get in those episodes where the need to die is so strong, I can never really imagine a scenario where she cares or wants me around
But there's one scenario - one moment where she vaguely does And it's when I see myself in my casket being lowered into my grave I can see her sad and crying sometimes depending on the night But others she just stares, remotely sad
Though, what do I care? I'm dead and free
True story that's based on only facts hah. Feel free to share revision ideas (: