I want to seem to have things figured out
so that it’s easy for you to run to me
And before you even see my tears,
they’ve all dried out
so that I can offer you a sunny day
Even though I’m not as put together
as I’m perceived to be,
you’ll never have to face
that side of me.
Someday, when you’re okay
I’ll tell you my story.
Not because I want your pity,
but because everyone goes through
We have our own cross to carry.