it's all a lie you know
staying up until 6 in the morning
pretending everything is okay
and that i'm fine
when my chest is caving in and my throat
is erupting with that feeling
that i'm never going to be okay
again

it's all a lie you know
when i lay in bed all day
telling myself i don't miss you
or how you'd always ask if i was okay
or the way you always assured
me you'd always be here
when you ******* me left
again

it's all a lie you know
when a friend actually bothers
to ask how im doing
and i just smile and say im doing good
because theres nothing
that i should be sad about
so i sit here crying and pretending im okay
because by tomorrow morning
no one will care and i'll have
to pick myself back up
again