People ask me how I'm doing...
What I'm feeling,
They can tell something is wrong.
I'll keep lying,
Telling them I'm fine.
Because it's easier,
To lie,
Then to tell,
That the boy who broke me,
Is the only one who,
Understands my pain.
And for now,
I'll dream,
Of running away,
To a beter place.
Where no one knows me.
And maybe we can be together...
Like i said,
It's just a,
Dream.
