I'm not okay, I'm not fine
I'm not good, I'm not great
Yes I'm not all of the above
And also I'm not a neutral state
I'm lonely damaged, I'm all alone
Like a trainwreck
Hopelessly wandering in the emptiness
Like a rolling stone
It should be me
Laying on the ground
Waiting on the sound
Of the final countdown
It should be me not you
Bleeding
With vision slowly fading
With shelves with soul
Helplessly desintegrating
It should be me
Receiving what was hurting you
What was stabbing you
What was making you
Feel black and blue
Because I wasn't brave
To catch you
To pull you out your grave
I wasn't able to grant whatever you would crave
And the worst was the feeling of blast and burst
Because I wasn't able to put you first
Now the child in me is getting older
And my mind keeps revisiting this nightmare
As a reminder
I'll be okay I'll be fine
I'll be good I'll be great
And I'll be all of the above
To pick up the quill and the pen
glazed the balm of love and a clean slate
To quench my thirst
To revisit my choices
And put you the first
I could use my unmatched poetry
As a reminder
To let my words swim in ocean
And expand though your slate
Wider and wider
I could use my pen
To inhale my sorrow
To lay on you all my love
and what's all above
And to put you as a reminder
To love and be loved
