Everything was fine that rainy day when you just wouldn’t get off my back. You kept asking me what’s wrong and I just kept repeating myself saying I don’t know I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember and I don’t like talking about it much so won’t you please stop bringing it up. Things will never be the way they were when I liked who I was, when I would sleep at night, when I wanted to see the world for what it had. And I’ve spent every sleepless night wishing that I hadn’t said that everything was fine.