Everything is OK
is all I can say
when someone asks if I am happy
yeah I am OK I say
for no one has the time
to look into my eyes
to see the blanket of grey
that covers the pain from the lies
the lies that I tell myself
to keep me away from myself
how could I fall for someone
who doesn't seem to miss me
how could I still be waiting
to hear something that will never reach me
and so I tell myself
just to hush...
just to be oblivious to you
Isn't it an irony then..
I sit here and pen these lines
and all I can think is of you