Fine

I am left confused,

I've been mentally abused,

And emotionally misused,

But everything the same.

My heart will always,

Pull me up lame.

I'm winding through the days,

Wasting the only thing,

That life really is.

I let time fly by,

And wasting my life,

Second by second,

But I don't even care,

Cause its all all right.

You see there is no fight,

Because there's nothing to fight fore,

It's all folklore.

All we have,

Is gone in the end,

But you can't worry bout that,

Cause its fact,

Of life.

So put that knife,

Down,

And get rid of the frown,

Because you're making something happen,

And not wasting lie,

Right?