Am I ok, you ask fleetingly
you counldn\'t handle that reply
\"I\'m torn inside,\" I\'d say
\"I fall apart every time I think
about whay my life is worth
about what signifigance anything
I do has, on anyone but me.
I fall apart not knowing who my real
friends may be, who I can confide in,
who I can trust and run to.\" You\'ll say \"I\'m here\"
just like you think you should but really
in the end you\'re not. I know it\'s not fair
to show my depression to you but if I bottle it
for a rainy day, that day will be my last so
yea I may not be able to explain it, I may have no reason
but listen, let me tell you, let me reaffirm what
life could possibly mean past all the bullshit this life
has in for me.