Im Fine, Apparently, So You Say.

You tell me I'm fine
And theres nothing wrong with me
I ask you the question
What can it be?

Are you so blind
That you cannot see
I'm slipping away
And this wasn't how things were meant to be

For me to be happy
Is a thing of the past
Nothing left to hold on to
Happiness, I knew would never last

Why stay in a place
Surrounded by depression
And everyone with something in common
The blade as their obsession ?

Sick and tired of being here
So much easier to say goodbye
And to be free
For no more tears to cry