“Being alone is more comfortable now

When I meet my friends, it’s uncomfortable

Cuz they just ask me if I’m doing ok

Now i’m fine, don't ask about her

There’s a lot more things to talk about

Why do you keep pointing out the empty spot?

How many times do I have to tell you? I’m fine

The sky cleared up now

It’s easier to rest now

I wrapped up all my emotions

I’m numb now

So stop worrying about me...

Actually, I think I held it in too much

I wanna cry, I wanna cry

I wanna cry, I wanna cry

Because of me, even my surroundings get darker

I realize, that cloud is me”