They ask me if I'm okay
I say im FINE.
Maybe they know I'm lying
But don't care enough to ask
They ask why I always wear a sweatshirt
And I'll lie and say "cause I like them."
But the truth is,
They hide my scars.
Those who are subjected to seeing them ask,
"What happened"
I lie and say "I fell"
or "I hopped a fence and my arm caught it both ways"
But no one cares enough to see
That I'm lying.
They ask why I'm so
EMO.
And I simply reply
"We all have out reasons. Some are just more willing to share
them."