She asks you if your okay, actually causing you to laugh.
You're truly happy for once, and yet
no one thinks its safe to leave you alone, still.
So you spend your day pondering suicide.
pills, knives, and poison.
Its funny how your in such an amazing mood,
yet, you're still able think these thoughts.
So you put a smile on your face, but cant figure out if
its to create another allusion, or if your actually happy.
Eventually you land on a reason for this lasting depression,
or whatever the hell you can call this.
music, family, friends.
About 80percent of your play list is sad,
everything you write is sad.
Almost suggesting cutting all of that out of your life, you simply laugh.
Words and music, its all you have,
So you hold on tight, hoping that you never let go,
convincing yourself that its okay.
Its gunna be okay.
its gotta be okay.
You're beautiful, Every little piece love,
and don't you know, You're really gonna be someone, ask anyone.
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