I'm okay really
But I'm barely holding on
I can feel the empty air, gone
'Cause there's the abyss
Nothing there, only this
I'm okay really
But sometimes there comes creeping
This feeling, black blood seeping
Into veins of hidden doubt
Filled to the brim it wants out
I'm okay really
But there are times where
I'm in my mind and there
Is nothing but me in an empty room
pitch black with a sense of doom
I'm okay really
It's not so bad as that
I'll land as deftly as a cat
These things will stay just out of sight
I'm just out of reach, so it's alright
I'm okay really
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
I'm okay really
But I'm barely holding on
I can feel the empty air, gone
'Cause there's the abyss
Nothing there, only this
I'm okay really
But sometimes there comes creeping
This feeling, black blood seeping
Into veins of hidden doubt
Filled to the brim it wants out
I'm okay really
But there are times where
I'm in my mind and there
Is nothing but me in an empty room
pitch black with a sense of doom
I'm okay really
It's not so bad as that
I'll land as deftly as a cat
These things will stay just out of sight
I'm just out of reach, so it's alright
I'm okay really
