Look at me
I swear I'm trying
But after three years
I'm tired of smiling
"Why didn't you speak sooner?"
But I did, you never listened
I was hurting all along, yet
"You're fine," you insisted
But I guess I'm not
And I know it disappoints you
That I can't truly be happy
Even though I really want to
Please, try to understand:
I just can't