The truth is that I wanna cry,
But instead I just shut my eyes, tight--
Pretend that everything is gonna be alright.

And people ask me if I'm okay,
But how can I answer anyway?
I'm scared of what they might say.

I lie and answer, "I dont really know--
It's just not my day and I'm feeling low.
It will be probably be fine tomorrow."

I'm tired of people but sick of me,
Wanting to be alone but so lonely,
Wanting to be alone but so lonely.