Just Don’t Ask Me How I’ve Been

The morning mirror sees me getting paler each day.

The afternoon cleansing says that i'm still the same.

And though I try to manipulate my mind it never seems to change.

I try to see this life I lead as something real to me.

Something tangible that i've created, a masterpiece to claim.

Hindsight is a privilege I just haven't created yet.

Give me a few more years and a few more men to spark my tears,

and i'll be fine.

I'll have something to contrast my sorrow to,

yeah i'll be fine.