Don't ask me how I'm doing If you aren't ready to hear what I have to say Do you really want to know How I struggle to breathe, to wake up every day? Do you really want to listen To how I have to pretend, how hard it is to smile, Do you really want to understand Or would you like pretty lies for a while? So here you go:
"I'm doing well, I've had a great year I haven't cried myself to sleep, or wept in the shower I haven't thought of ending it, or running away My thoughts don't plague me every week, every hour I'm not homesick, I'm not lonely, I'm not sad I'm not depressed, I'm not anxious, I want to live I love my job, I love my life, I love myself I am worthy, I am useful, I have so much to give."