I’ll Be Fine
Don’t ask me to change; there is no dream,
No future, no reality, except for the reality of finality.
Don’t ask me to change, because I can’t.
It would be easier for you to grow a third leg, than for me to overcome my reality.
I know you don’t believe me, you can’t.
You cannot put yourself in my place,
Because my place is occupied.
Where two people usually meet, we cannot,
For I cannot leave my world,
And you cannot enter it.
This is truth – won’t, can’t change.
This is my reality.
Carry on; I’ll be fine.
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