I’m Okay Though

I have a couple friends, but we don't hang out anymore

When we do anything, they always act like they are bored

I care and I pretend I don't, but I'm okay, though

Mom and Dad were fighting, and I tried to intervene

It didn't help at all, it made it worse, if anything

I cried until I fell asleep, but I'm okay, though

Everybody tells me I have to believe

The bad feelings will go away eventually

I try, but I swear it always seems

Like it comes to them so easily

And I'm stuck at the part where I pretend I'm happy

But I'm waiting for it to get better for me

I wish that I was different, wish that I was someone else

I know that I should probably tell somebody I need help

But it's easier for me to say that I'm okay, though

I realize I'm not the only one who feels this way

So why should I prioritize myself when that's the case?

I'll suck it up another day, but I'm okay, though

Everybody tells me I have to believe

The bad feelings will go away eventually

I try, but I swear it always seems

Like it comes to them so easily

And I'm stuck at the part where I pretend I'm happy

But I'm waiting for it to get better for me

Everybody tells me I have to believe

The bad feelings will go away eventually

I try, but I swear it always seems

Like it comes to them so easily

And I'm stuck at the part where I pretend I'm happy

But I'm waiting