I'm not ok, and things aren't great
and often I just sit and stare
I've lost my will
I'm mentally ill
and now it seems, I just don't care
I'm not ok, and things aren't great
I'm slowly giving up the fight
my mental state
can't pull It's weight
the flame within, I can't ignite
I'm not ok, and things aren't great
each day I take a drink or two..
to calm me down
so I won't drown
It's what the weak and helpless do
I'm not ok, and things aren't great
thank goodness for that perfect verse
my love for rhyme
still shows that I'm
not ready for that long black hearse!
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