Don't tell me it's going to be okay,
I've seen the fly get caught in the spider's web too many times,
to ever believe that things will get better.
Don't tell me it's going to be okay,
I've seen too many wars and heard too many stories,
to ever believe that one day we will find peace.
Don't tell me it's going to be okay,
I've felt too many words break my false confidence,
to ever think that I will be comfortable and happy within my own skin.
Don't tell me it's going to be okay,
because my wrists say differently and so do the voices in my head.
The rope around my neck and the pills in my hand tell me you're wrong.
So don't tell me it's going to be okay,
because I know it's not.