Don't believe what you see on my"close friends" story
I'm happy all the time and everyone adores me
Through those tears, I'm smiling
I swear I'm not spiraling
And a welfare check would only make me want to die again
No, I'm fine, are you insane?
I'm a little stressed out, I'm not Kurt f*cking Cobain
But what kind of"close friends" are you anyway?
To tap right through my suffering with nothing more to say?
It's not a cry for help, it's not a warning sign
But you would all be liars if you said that I seemed fine