Once, back when I still told you the truth, "I'm not okay." I cried. I screamed it to you and to the universe. I screamed it so that anybody would hear. That was the most honest thing I'd ever said but you replied, "no you are." No I'm not. I wasn't then, and I'm not now. You should've listened to me instead of acting as if you knew how I felt. You should've tried.

It's too late, now. I already know how to lie. I lie to you everyday, I show you what you want to see. And you really think you got me back, when you've long lost me.