& tonight, i'll
cry myself to sleep
but you will never
know.
sad isn't
it?
that i have to act like
i don't
know.
that i have to let you think
i'm
stupid.
that i have to because
i'm not talking to
you.
i'm
glad
you think it's
fine that you can make me cry
because in the end it just proves
i'm stonger than the
jerk you are.