Am I fine?

I ask myself all the time

Does it matter at all if I'm happy here

Is it okay to be okay ?

'cause if good enough is good enough

then, I guess it doesn't matter 

if tomorrow comes

I'm much more tired of throwing it all away

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and there's no place to go

when no place feels like home

at least not anymore

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But, I'm fine

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I try to hold on to a little piece of me

when every love becomes everything I see

I'd rather be blind than not see clearly

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Bu, there's something to discover

in each and every lover

a little part of me under 

each and every cover

I guess my puzzle's not complete

unless I'm missing a piece

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And I have no control

I can't do this on my own

but, that doesn't mean I shouldn't be alone

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And I'm fine

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