
You ask me if I’m alright
As always I don’t answer properly, I just bite
I might say I’m fine
But that’s just another one of my lies
You should be able to see from my eyes
Six years and you still can’t tell
I’m living a life of hell
It’s not you I promise honey
I just want some more money
And to live somewhere sunny
They say happiness comes from within
I wouldn’t know where to begin
In fact I don’t even know the meaning
Hurt is all that I am feeling
But at least that means I’m still breathing,
Right?
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