Are you ok, you ask the wrong person,
it is not her that sits all alone.
Are you ok, who is the victim,
who destroyed a loving home.
Are you ok, sitting with friends in bars,
laughing and bitching over freshly cut scars.
Are you ok, no I am not,
I dare you one second, to gather that thought
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