I'll Be Okay..

Why does my reflection never seem to copy me, in the two-way mirror condensed with therapy

Maybe it's my psyche or my broken family, scattered amongst the pieces, I'll pick them all up happily

Fogging up my snow globe and my mirror just to see into my future when I feel I said too much

Rushing out the door this summer, trying not to kill each other, I just want to know what went wrong

Even if my depression hits the market, for my brain will try to stop it, I'll take my life and give it away

One more song will not be written about how I will not fit in and drown out my problems all day, cause I'll be okay

Why does anyone text me about what I should do when all I ever wanted was to be in a better mood

Why did anyone care about what I was doing? No one had an issue till you made it about you