i am sangfroid to their eyes
well of course, that is a lie
and my lover would shout ‘oh my’
every time he sees me cry
because a little piece of me always die

i am beyond repair
i tried to call them out in despair
but they’d rather dissapear into thin air
because after all, who are they to care?

i am not strong
i have been like that, prolong
because i wish i have a place where i belong

i am afraid and i am perplexed
because i have so many thoughts unsaid