I'm great, i'm fine. In a way,
Everything's okay during the day
But when i get home i just want to cry
Watch in my mirror the tears while they dry
I just take of my mask
'When will this end?' I ask
Waiting un patiently for the day i die
'This has no end' i hear in reply
I've got lots of promises for keeping
But i forget about all when sleeping
Though this does not shut the voices in my head
Always wanting to watch me dead
In silence i'm screaming
But happy seeming
I'm not okay, i'm not fine
It doesn't matter how much i seem to shine
Tired of my life
Wanting to end it with a knife
But does not matter what my dreams say
I'm still here hopping one day
I'll actually be okay
