I guess when I said I'm fine, I didn't mean it.
I guess it was a lie to myself, and it
Worked to make me believe
My life is not such a mess (when it truly is)
Even though I know what I really see
When I look at the mirror
Just in front of me
Tainted with tears
Sending me back a deformed pic
Of what will be from now my pit.
You locked me to life with chains,
Told me, 'Just stay alive.'
I answered, 'I'll try.'
I guess I've failed again.
