I am going to pieces
I creep on the silk
Everyday I do feel I may break today
I don't want to tell anyone
cause I know how hurt it could be when I tell it out
You hurt by my words
I hurt by hurting you
and I could thought the words to know how insignificant I am to you
I always have an impulse to cry during work
I always tell myself I can't last it anymore
but miserably I get over it
and thus I recognise how ridiculous it is
Nothing is important to my life
but I am cheating myself something is important to me
I want to know how long I could camouflage

How much I want to interpret, How less I could say
I am going to pieces..............