everyone wants it to be ok
and human nature is strange
in that
we all set ourselves up for disappointment
like
we both know it's not ok
somewhere inside
we just know
but i'm always last to realize it
and it's never on my own
by the time someone snuffs that hope
i'm high as a kite
on the idea of the future
when suddenly
you become the commencement of my suicide
when i'm falling
and still telling everyone it's ok
so that no one will bother catching me
crying myself to sleep
but quietly
so that no one asks if i'm ok
because nothing's ok
and it never was
and never will be
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