im fine truth is thats a lie you could tell that if you just looked into my eyes but i do my best to hide it all deep inside i dont know how i can express i gues you can say that im depressed trying to get me to talk, but all im thinking of is the chalk truth is all this shit inside has me mortified i just cant deny that I'm petrified and just cant decide my brain is fried while my hands are tied trying to untangle this mess that i have inside