Sometimes when I say "I'm fine",
it's complicated as nine,
easy to draw in line,
but it aches into this heart of mine.

Sometimes when I say "Go ahead",
it's something that leads me to bed,
not to go to sleep nor up to read,
but it's my heart that needs to be mend.

Sometimes when I say "I hate you",
even if I'll stop calling you "my boo",
you'll probably get mad at me too,
but it simply mean "I love you".