no, it's not ok.
it's a mess.
perfectly easy
aren't i?
whatever you think must be right...
whatever you thought i felt must be right...
try to see clearly,
you couldn't be farther away from reality.
so many lies that i don't know what the truth is
anymore.
a fire is burning its way through your resistance;
you'll be different,
you'll see.
i wish all of you would quit pretending
as if you know who i am,
i barely know myself.
perfectly easy
aren't i?
truly wonderful in many ways.