And remember, "I'm fine".

You lay in bed and think about them. Wonder if they're thinking about you too.
You tell yourself you'll be ok. Tell yourself you'll make it through. Tell yourself you're fine. If you believe it so will they. You dont want them to worry. That's the last thing you want.

So you're over boys. They're such unforgiving merciless creatures. "To love is to destroy", seems true enough. And to be the one loved is to be the one destroyed. Yep...

You don't know what to do with your life and you dont know where you're going. So you make stupid decisions and do things that are only going to hurt you in the long run. But you dont care.

You cover yourself up with scars, fuck up your hearing and your head by taking drugs.

They say they love you and they say they care but how can you really be sure? Just live in the false security of the drugs and deceitful compliments.

And remember, "I'm fine".