Trust me, I’m tired of the fasle pretence.
Tired of telling you ‘ I’m fine ‘ every day.
It’s been too long that I have acted,
But there’s nothing to do, no other way.
You won’t know if you listen to my words
You will know if you listen to my eyes
See the pain in my trembling voice
Still you can’t be sure for my pretty guise.
I’m sorry, but i won’t tell you the truth.
It’s you, you who will now have to try
No matter how very tired I am of acting
I’m waiting for you to see through the lie.