There’s always some minute when I think I would give up.
When I feel that everything really goes worse.
That life just couldn’t be this harsh.
There’s often a thought appears, that it’s enough for me to pretend.
Act like I’m just the same.
Tell neither the lies nor the truths.
At one night I usually give up and explode.
At one day I planned to hide nothing to a girl.
But, no, I can’t.
Cause everything won’t be the same and goes worst.
If only you could read my mind, you would be in tears.
-p.puteri
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