Tear another emergency brake then you
make up just a story about your escape.
And you taste the bitterness of your own
mono tone when you realize that you're all alone.
And you answer, ‘Just ok', a
nd there's nothing more to say, I feel the same, pretty mundane.
What are we asking everyday
when we're never what we say?
Are you ok?
Are you really okay?
Wear another blank look upon your face as
you stare out to the wake of your only mistake.
Before you tell all your secrets now its ok,
would you just break up the routine of your everyday?
And you answer, ‘Just ok', a
nd there's nothing more to say, I feel the same, pretty mundane.
What are we asking everyday when we're never what we say?
Are you ok?
Are you really okay?

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