I'm fine.

I told him he was going to be fine.
I told him his pillows won't be wet forever- just for a little while.
I told him he would forget his love, just the way I did mine.

He told me nothing hurts more that letting your love go
out of love. Because distance hurts more when the going gets tough.

I told him he was going to be okay.
I told him, I speak of experience, so listen to what I say.
But the need to listen there was not, he already he knows.

He told me that his heart is still drowning,
he can barely deal with ache.
He sees his love's face in every new person he auditions to date.

I told him he was going to be alright.
Because his love was out of sight and that will surely work.
Because I'm fine, aren't I?

I'm fine.