I'm great, fine, spectacular
in a way
I relish, everynight and live everday
I live, I laugh, I wright, I sing
I wonder what the new dayd will bring
Then I get home and i take off my mask
The day and almost almost impossible task
Is finally over and so i lie down and wait patiently for the day that i die
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep
eventhough i have promises to keep
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more
and i ache and burn from my very core
Then I'm not alone and the mask reappears, out gose the grief, pain, and all of my tears
as i am happy person cheerful all day a world full of rainbow and not one shade of gray
of course i'm not okay i'm not fine
no matter how much i seem to shine
I dont even know why i feel this...
why my existence is one long endless abyss
but it is and will be, so I cling to life
as one day i might slip and end it with a knife
but i'm still here no matter what my dreams might say
and i hope that one day i will actually be okay.