im fine
lots of times I say yeah I'm fine
and whenever I say it the words were mine
you may ask if I'm sad and I'll say I'm not
but why do you think I'm always late and never on the dot
I try to keep my feelings bottled up
but they're like tea overflowing out of a cup
I think these words are perfectly divine
which is why I always say I'm fine
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