I know you wanna talk to me.
I don't know why I don't feel like talking to,
even after the pact we promised.
I wanna talk to you, I don't know how to.
I wanna tell you my current state, me and Coke.
Everyone seems to be putting smiles on their faces.
I pretended like you did before, put a "fake smile on my face" to collect traces.
I am afraid of what is happening to me now.
You, them and the doctor do not know and mother-fucking assuming and taking it lightly.
I feel like leaving but I don't want to leave.