Fine

We pass one another everyday
You ask me how I am
And scripted I would always say:
“I’m fine.” (But I don’t give a damn.)

We go about our separate way
Ignoring the flowers and the music
At dusk I go home alone and say:
“I’m fine.” (I’m going to be sick.)

On the pillow my head I lay
And decide to let myself feel
I think I’m going to be okay
“I’m fine.” (But I don’t want to feel.)

It always goes the same way
I don’t want to feel
It hits me like a truck and everything turns black and I say it’s all going to be okay and lie and say:
“I’m fine.” (I’m not still.)

I’m happy and I’m grieving and I’m hurting and I’m okay
I just want to turn it all off
I just want to lie to myself and say
“I’m fine.” (But I won’t.)

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