It's days like this that make me think
Maybe I'm O.K.
Maybe if I was O.K. I wouldn't have to think
I can't remember what it's like
to get through one whole day,
without having to lie to people
and tell them I'm O.K.
Am I supposed to tell the truth,
and explain how I feel,
like shit and there's a while in my head
that probably will not heal.
everytime they ask me this,
am I supposed to say
everytime I wake up,
I pray for my last day,
or am I supposed to shut my mouth,
when I have nothing good to say. |