Everyone assures me it's all going to work out,
no need to stress, no want to pout,
i am not worried or overly concerned,
cause another number is all i've earned,
if you never want to talk about it, something
tells me that it was always nothing,
my friends assure me it could be worse and
not to let anyone tell you you're not a good person,
we're always changing, doesn't bother me to say,
that i could be simply counting down the days,
until you come back and tell me my fears,
you want to be just friends, three cheers,
i am not worried or overly concerned, it's true
that upon reading that i've just lied to you,
i refuse to break and let it bend my mood,
just gotta let happen whatever should.