not fine

What were you doing that day in July

When you looked at me softly, I thought I could cry

Til I ran away quickly right into a cave

I buried myself into dirt, it's my grave

And my lips, they are trembling, my hands how they shake

A frown upside down is a smile that is fake

One day I'll be gone, all that's left is my rhymes

I fear the day my name is said for the last time

My showers are scalding, it distracts my mind

From the shaking and breaking inside

I say that I'm fine