When You Tell Me You’re Fine.

Tell me, How ya feeling fine,

When ya downing half the bottle,

And ya smiles become the

Stamped frown that you wear?

Tell me, How ya feeling fine,

When ya Pullin so hard

Cuz reality sucks

And the escapes no betta?

Tell me how ya feelin fine,

When they got you livin lies

Lovin on ya body

That you don’t wanna share?

If feelin fine means

I’m living for you

To dictate my moves

Cuz the vision of self don’t exists;

Then I guess it’s time to cut the cord,

Break loose, and redefine what great should look like.

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