Foolin' You

I'm fine.
How many times do I say that per day?
And how many times am I really okay?
Am I just foolin’ you?
Or is it me that's foolin’ myself?
Why do I smile when tears are wellin’ up in my eyes?
Why do I laugh when I want to cry?
What's with this not bein’ true to myself thing?
When my heart's about to burst with pain the voice that comes off of my lips says,
I'm fine.
I’m provin’ a point, but I have no idea who I'm provin’ it to.
When you ask how are you do you really hear the answer?
I'm fine.