You asked me if I was well,
I answered that I was fine.
But I really wanted to say that I am not.
I am not fine.
I am far away from being fine.
Life is not what I wanted it to be.
I am alone and weak.
Losing grip on who I was.
Losing grip on who I wished to be.
But in the end it is so much easier,
to say that I am fine.
Because in the end I know all to well,
that you do not give a damn.
And even if you wish to keep up this masquerade,
you know damn well that I am right.
Whether I am well or not,
it does not matter.
Because to you I am not important.
You tell me that you like to know a little about your friends.
How about you keep you nose,
Out of my business.
They are none of your concern.
Stop asking me how I am.
The answer will not change.
I will always say that I am fine,
Because to you I am not important.
To them I am not important.
To myself I am not important.
You ask me; "How are you?"
I answer with; "Couldn't be better"
