...nobody knows it but me [Tony Rich Project]

GENGSI!
...d'ya ever suffer one?

I completely forgot how it says in English, but that Indonesian word fits. It is a serious illness, since you can do nothing about it, except push it all aside... especially when it deals with [shall I say] love.

The worst part of it, is that when that serious illness came, you can do nothing. I repeat, nothing.
Maybe all you hafta do is make a single phone call.
Maybe all you need to do is send a short message.
...but we didn't do it. Why? ...refer yourself to the first word in this post. Ironic, huh?
You will never be able to cure it, unless you push that thing aside.
When? I dunno... you count the time yourself. At least your body will tell you when it should end.

..while counting, this part of Tony Rich Project's song may fast forward yours...

Like a clown, I put on a show... the pain is real even if nobody knows
and I'm crying inside...and nobody knows it but me

I carry a smile even I'm broken in two... and I'm nobody without someone like you
I'm tremblin inside...and nobody knows it but me

I lie awake, it's a quarter past three... I'm screamin' at night as if you would hear me
My heart is callin you...and nobody knows it but me

Wish I'd told how I felt...but instead, I pretended I'm glad you went away
These four walls closing more everyday
and I'm dyin' inside...and nobody knows it but me

...I'm missing you, and nobody knows it...but me