Yesterday

Yesterday we fought and fought
And we seem to do that a lot
Oddly enough, we're not mad at each other
We could never hate our own lover
But both of us berate ourself, over something dumb
And we lead each other to believe that the other is numb
Two nights ago, over the phone, you heard me cry
And I know you tried to ask why
And I'm so very sorry, but I lied
When I said that I was fine
I want you not to hate yourself
And I want you in good health
So if I must lie for you to be happy
Then I'll hide all my pain so you won't see