Hiding my depression from my housemates
I don't know them well enough yet to cry in the kitchen
Showerhead or the empty bed
I yell down the hallway, "I'm going to the store"
But instead I walk to the local football field
And I walk around in circles, find a quiet corner and cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry
Open your eyes, run back baby
But they'll think that I'm a liar if I come home empty-handed
Go, use your head, buy another loaf of bread
When I walk back through the door I'll say
"You can never have too much bread," and try not to cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry
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I make them food
I make them laugh
I say "I'll clean up, you should get an early night"
I stop
And I wait
Stuck in my new state
I close the kitchen door and
Hold onto the sink and cry
Cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Oh cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry