When you say that you're fine
but a part of you know that is a lie,
things killed you and you got one life from nine,
instead of telling, you spoke things you don't buy.

Cos' things happen and we all know,
cos' things **** something things blow,
cos' it hurts, you know but you don't show
cos' it's like you are in a dry desert and all you need is a drop of h2o

In a bit, you will cry while you pray,
but for now, you pretend that it's okay,
you act like you're fine, everything slays,
but inside you're screaming 'everything is a play'.