I am thirteen          I have  learned how to fake it           Nobody even stops to think
and my thoughts have betrayed me   in time for the next day     about my story
the friend I cannot live without             my mind is too big for me    I should have been in that
still talks about me          suppose I die before tomorrow   graveyard
in secret                     they will sing sad ballads   my cuts were deeper than his
how come my brain is                          but atlast       why do I have to be
so corrupted           tell the truth about me             the one
what if I’m not awake          There is nothing that interests me     to suffer
before morning           and too much              I have nothing to say tomorrow
and the people are around me        to be interested in             will I live long enough
with no clue.           and the people around me            to see sister to school
            with no clue.       and the people are around me
              with no clue.