I have a job I don’t really like, I have a broken down family and a broken bike, I have clothes in my closet and books on my shelf, I have secrets I don’t really tell, so I’m ok. I have a roof over my head but I don’t have friends, I have food to eat but I eat alone, I live in this town so I called at home, so I’m OK. I don’t have much that I enjoy, I say I’m too old to play with toys but guess I am too young to play with boys, so I guess I’m OK. I have a car that runs just fine, I drive alone all the time, I haven’t quite yet lost my mind, so I guess I’m OK. I talk to people I don’t know, I’d rather just go with the flow, it’s harder here to let things go, but I guess I’m OK. People tell me smile more, I rather just shut the door, I don’t really want to be here anymore, but I’ll be OK. People say it could be worse, I hear of others who have been cursed it’s because of them I cannot hurt, so I’ll tell you I’m OK. Happiness is a curious thing, people say it comes in spring, I haven’t seen a damn thing! but whatever I’ll be OK. I’ll be OK, I’ll be OK, I’ll be OK, I tell the voices in my head I’ll be OK, but they tell me a different way I can’t let them win today so I have to be OK. People I know always say I should be happy to Breathe today and that’s fine for them to think that way, I tell them I’ll be OK. I am tired of waiting for my chance to fly, is it true freedom is when you die? I guess someday I’ll give it a try, but right now I’m OK. My tired lips they do not speak and I do not know what to seek, I know what it’s like to feel so weak, so I guess I’m OK. My trouble to others may seem so small, where I have merely stumbled others have fell, it’s because of them I cannot tell the stories my lips know so well, but they tell me I’m OK. I’m OK, I’m OK, I’m OK, I’m OK, nothing new has happened today, all my friends have gone away, alone I am in alone I will stay, breathe in breathe out, you see I’m OK. I wish I could tell you how how it feels to be let down, what it’s like to just be around, but don’t worry I’ll be OK. I’m not fighting anymore, I’ve given up and lock the door and yet this leaves me wanting more, But hay I’m OK! I wish I could tell you what you want, but I cannot practice what I haven’t been taught and it really doesn’t matter how long I fought, as long as I’m OK. This pain I feel This anxiety I guess it’s now part of me, this uselessness I’ll always be but do not worry can’t you see? I’ll be OK. My fantasies are calling me, these sleepless nights are hunting me, these chains I wear must comfort me, what’s wrong with you? I’m OK. I’m OK I’m OK, I’m OK, I’m OK, I’ll repeat it and I’ll repeat it with the pounding of my heart, I’ll repeat it I’ll repeat it so it doesn’t tear apart, I’ll sing it in a song I’ll write it in a verse, I’ll say it on my lips I’ll say it when I’m hurt, I will say it, I will say it, I will say it to myself I will say to you, I will say it to them to my face is blue, so hi how are you I’m OK. I’m not happy I’ve never been I don’t even think I was back then, but I will still tell you again and again I’m OK. My scars I cannot show and tell I keep them hidden I do it well and do you think you know me well? well I’m OK. I cannot think I do not rest, where is this place of happiness, where can I get eternal rest? I should not complain I have been blessed, so I’ll just say I’m OK. i’m OK, I’m OK,I’m OK, I’m OK. do you believe me now? my little lie, I believe it I tell it all the time, but sounds much sweeter when it’s in a rhyme, I can show you if you have the time, no? Well that’s OK. That’s OK, that’s OK, I keep it all to myself anyway, they say tomorrow is a brand new day, but for me I can’t get past OK
