yesterday you ask me if everything was alright,
I looked at you and then smile, so you can go away,
you believe in my lies.
The truth is that I'm not okay,
I'm just here falling apart.
I just want to cry, but I'm ashamed and afraid.
I'm afraid of you.
What if you ask me again?
What I could say?
It's too hard to say the truth,
the truth that I'm not okay.