Fine

[rockmesoftly]

Every day, I survive
although deep down, I want to die
every day, every night
no remorse, not even fright
all feeling is gone, not much left
It makes one wonder; about life after death

And every day, the same question
brings to boil such frustration
for if I told you the feelings I feel
all the emotions of yours which may spill

None the less, a smile I keep
There is no reason to sit an weep
For the pain it causes everyone
It's better to sit in the corner, head hung
But none of it matters, my feelings, my sorrow
Because you and I both know, I’ll be here tomorrow
So next time you think to enquire into my mind
You’ll get the same answer: I’m just fine.