I tell you I'm fine.

I tell you I'm fine
You don't even look to see if I'm lying
It's helpless and hopeless these white flags that I'm flying
The broken things I say without saying
I can't tell you what I'm hoping for
I guess if nothing else, not to feel so hollow anymore.
It's a disease clawing up the walls inside of me.

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