I hate the word fine
A softly spoken lie
As I turn my face
To hide the tears in my eyes
I hate the word fine
With a practiced laugh
As I try to forget
Where the bruises are at
I hate the word fine
Looking into her bloodshot eyes
Seeing her try not to cry
Doesn't she know
I heard everything last night?
I hate the word fine
Washing blood out of my hair
Pretending I don't care
I'M FINE!!!!
How could anyone believe me?
Didn't they see me
as my innocence faded?
As trust died
And hope became jaded
But hey
Look
I made it
Though still there are days
that bring me to my knees
Days when I'm sure
I'll never be free;
There are other days now
That make truth of old lies
Really and truly,
I'm honestly
Fine
