Saying myself that i'm alright is a lie.
Showing the smile is also a lie.

I know i'm sad. I'm disappointed in myself. I've no confident. I feel so useless.
I don't know how he feel.
I realise that we have never talk much about our problem.
We just keep it to ourself and settle ourself.
Untill if we ask about it, then we'll say out.
That's my thinking though.

Tears has shed.
Eyes were red.
Swollen like a gold fish.
Hearts feel so heavy.
That i don't think i can lift it up long.

Let me be the sick one.
Let me feel the painfulness in my body.
Let me learn a lesson.
Let me have a high fever.

Tell me what to do.
Who will be there to let me cry on their shoulder.
Who will be there to let me scream at.
Who will be there to listens to me on and on.
Who... I hope it will be you...

loving you still.