I don't care.
I'm over it.
I'm fine.
You ask,
And this is how I reply.
Is this the truth?
You don't care.
You have troubles of your own.
I'm happy, when I'm not.
I'm cheerful, when I'm not.
Nothing's wrong, when everything's a disaster.
You don't bother questioning,
And I don't bother telling the truth.
Everyday is a lie.
Every word is a lie.
The truth is rarely there.
This drives me crazy!
It's like a rule that's never been spoken.
The truth is begging to get out.
But I know,
The next word I speak,
Is going to be just another lie.
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