You ask if I’m OK
every single day
do you really want to know
or are you putting on a show
do you ever wonder why
you always get the same reply
it’s what you want to hear
no real concern if I am sincere
do you think that I can’t see
you don’t really care about me
I don’t know what to say
I always seem in the way
I really don’t fit in
is that my greatest sin
I often wonder why
I bother to even try
no one really knows
the extent of all my woes
I’ll go back in my shell
live in my personal hell
When the time has come
And all is said and done
you don’t have to ask if I’m OK
it doesn’t matter anyways