You say that you’re fine but are you really,
Lost through the vines, can’t see clearly,
Blurry lines clouds your vision, and yet,
You tell me you’re fine but I don’t believe in your lie.

I don’t believe in your lie cause I’ve been through the same story,
I’ve been through them all but,
I’m still climbing,
Walking in a blizzard I walk forward without a flinch, but as I walk,
There are scars and bruises all over my bare skin.

There are arrows and swords,
Tapes and tight bandages,
There are tear stains and closed lips that’s been through the same damages, but the words of “I’m sorry”, I can’t just say that,
Cause there’s more just “I’m sorry”,
That’s been through the same pain.

I know that “I’m sorry” just doesn’t cut it,
There’s more to apologizing than words on a text message,
But saying it in person,
Now that’ll be a real trigger,
How am I supposed to come out and say it,
When you’re the one who’s always getting flustered?

How can I approach you with a face that’s about to cry,
When I’m dealing with the same issue just vise versa? Like two loose ties,
I get it, you’re done with me cause I’ve said some harsh words,
I would be done with me too,
More like saying, I’ll shrivel up and die,
But I won’t cause that just means I’ve givin up on life.

Saying “I’m done” has a lot of meaning,
But do we really have to be done, can we sow back the puzzle?
Can we talk about the issue instead of pretending like it didn’t fizzle?
I hate having to see you and you’re breaking down in clear view,
Only cause one look my way sends you down one, long rollercoaster ride and you hide.  

You say that you’re fine and you ask if I’m okay?
I reply with a “idk” and you ask me why,
I reply with “because you’re fine” and I don’t like hearing another persons lies.