You left me here,
with nothing but myself.
But I Think I'll Be Okay.
Coffee machine is broken,
food is all eaten,
But I Think I'll Be Okay.
Razors dull,
no more knives,
But I Think I'll Be Okay.
Feelings are all but nothing,
heart is torn and broken,
But I Think I'll Be Okay.
Body is cut and bruised,
soul is weak and used,
But I Think I'll Be Okay.
Myself is gone,
but not fully,
and I Think I'll Be Okay. |