She asked if I was crying, I said "Yes"

She asked why, but I didn't reply,

Then she left and closed the door shut,

I sat in the darkness, feeling sick in my gut.

She came back and again, asked if I was fine,

Again I said "Yes" but when she left, I let out a whine.

"Yes, yes, fine, fine" that's all I ever say,

Can't I tell my true feelings, at least for one day?

I'm not fine, but you believed what I said,

All the time, I'm just crying on my bed. 

I felt discouraged, and I felt weak,

And no one is there to wipe my cheek. 

It doesn't matter anymore, everything is over,

I'll just lay there, like a dying clover.