I've been smoking again. I wasn't expecting something more to tell you the truth. I'm such a fool I know.
Don't deny it, try to say something to make me feel better. Let me smile for a while telling you that all is great, nothing is wrong with me. I'm so happy inside and all. Let me tell you again and again that I have nothing on you. I'm not hurt man. I'm OK. Can't you tell?
Let me say good night and kiss you on the cheek. Try to do the same. And please let me go home as soon as I can. I feel like crying again, shit.