I carry secrets
but my back can't take anymore pain
people asking my where my smile went
i said: me? a smile? don't make me laugh!
me sad? the poor, bore truth
it did not struck me, not till noon
when my friends said bye! till never, so soon...
they turned their back 2 me
when i needed their faces the most
my back is aching. please no more secrets!
shut up! one more! and another, add another
tear in the tank of depression
sucking the fun out my head
