it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok i keep telling myself it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok and then it's not ok when i feel like i don´t belong anywhere else...it's ok it's ok it's ok but if it's ok why do i wish i could love you better girl and why do i wish that i could love you more boy if it's fucking ok, so is it?...
...i do wish that i knew how to love you, cause i'm a mess and i don´t know anymore anything about myself and it's not ok to be confused and it's not ok to be left alone and definitely it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok it's not ok, ok?...i'm not ok...
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