AcheYou say that your belly is aching,the cause of which is no mistaking.It's clear to us allthat you're shaped like a balland your belt, good sir, seems to be breaking.
Keeping quiet.My words betrayed me, and I told him it was fine. Truth is, inside I was screaming in agony. Nothing in my life had ever hurt so much. Yet somehow I managed to smile and tell him it was nothing. And how I yearned to tell him the truth. But I was scared. Scared of his reaction, and of my humiliation. Scared of the awkwardness that would soon follow every time we spoke. So I kept quiet, and played along.
MinnisleysiÓ nei ég man ekki svarið!Það er víst úr kollinum farið.Ég er svo þreyttað ég man ekki neittsem inn í mitt höfuð var barið.