A Letter To My Friends When you ask how I am and I say that I'm fine I have a confession and it's that I have been lying It's easier to lie than to explain my mood Easier to turn to other vices like comfort food I don't know how to explain the way I've been feeling Everyday I wake up wishing I was still dreaming Because the dream world is easier, no complications Nothing can stop me I have no limitations Back in the real world, depression is real It makes me withdrawn and incapable of saying how I feel It eats me up and life becomes a chore And sometimes I just don't wanna talk about it anymore I don't want to worry you with all of my issues So I tend to just confide in my box of tissues Your love is not disputed, I know that you care You're one call away and will always be there But sometimes it's difficult to be so transparent Especially when my behaviour becomes so aberrant So I'm sorry for lying but at least now you know That I'm not being difficult it's just hard to show..
My feelings inside and how they're effecting me I'm learning to deal with my problems effectively Next time you ask how I am, I won't say I'm fine Unless it's the truth, I'm done with lying I'll tell you the truth if my tears are falling And if a bad mood comes on without warning I'll give a text if I need an ear Or give you a call if I need you here.