Excuses
I hate faking my excuses
I never liked lying either
My reality is lucid
Living in a constant fever
I can't say "I'm sad today"
"I don't feel like leaving bed"
That's why when I'm not okay
I say that I'm sick instead
I can't tell people to hug me
How pathetic would that sound?
So, I say “it's really lovely”
When I have people around
I can't lie and say I'm happy
But I can't admit I'm sad
So, I say "I'm feeling crappy
But it's not really that bad"
I can't say "I want to die"
I can't lie and say I don't
I just hate it when I lie
Since I promised that I won't
So, I sit and set tears loose
Emptying my filled-up head
I don't have not one excuse
Explaining why I feel dead