And all you have to say is "Are you okay?"
And all I say is "I've been better, but I'm fine."
I'm fine. I'm fine.
They beat me with their verbal assaults,
But all I have to say is "I'm fine."
Keep up the blockade, while I pull away.
They push and they pull, trying to get me.
I put up a smile, a front, a fake
And all you have to say is "Are you okay?"
I look at you and say "I've been better, but I'm fine."
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.
They pull at me, behind the scenes
Telling me to say my name. I hide and dive right through.
They try to tell me who I am
What to do. They push, then pull and drive me to the edge.
It's been like this all my life.
I moved eight times, but since eleven,
I remember long ago
I was eight and bled from a paper cut.
Maybe that's where it went wrong.
So I hang my head and cry.
And all you have to say is "Are you okay?"
I fake a smile and lie, "I've been better but I'm fine."
You nod your head and leave me be
To drown in my own misery.
I've been better but I'm fine.
Eight words to hide behind.
Eight words. Eight moves. Eight years old.
I believe it's true.
That I've been better but I'm fine.

-3nwlry