What's Wrong?

What’s wrong is life, when I woke up today,
What’s wrong is the knife, that just won’t go away.

What’s wrong is the hate, that builds up inside,
What’s wrong is my fate, it hurts like cyanide

What’s wrong is my pain that tears my heart,
What’s wrong is my shame, and that stupid tart.

What’s wrong is my faith, and how it provokes,
What’s wrong is my taste, and that I just want to choke.

What’s wrong is the sky, and that it’s not blue,
What’s wrong is the lie, when they don’t have a clue.

What’s wrong is my friends, who seem to betray,
What’s wrong is my trend, which stays the same every day.

But one thing’s important; it’s something I say,
When people ask what’s wrong? I reply with:

OK