I'm great, fine, spectacular in a way.
I relish every night and I live every day.
I live, I live, I write, I sing
No matter what the new day will bring.
Then I get home, and take off my mask.
The day, an almost impossible task
Is finally over.
So I lie down,
And wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, I sleep
Even though I have promise to keep
I wait and wonder and cry some more.
And I ache and burn from my very core.
Then, I'm not alone, and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain, and all of the tears.
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of gray.
Of course, I'm not okay, I'm not fine
No matter how much I seem to shine.
I don't even know why I feel this...
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.
But, it is, and will be, so I cling to life.
As one day, I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But I'm still here, no matter what my dreams may say
And I hope that one day, I will actually be okay.