No It Ain't

I was the Silent type Always plotting type thinking-sike I was Never alone, though I feel alone Most the time Most then half the time All the time I'm thinking What is my purpose what I'm doing and what I should do What the f*ck I'm thinking? Why am I still breathing? Too scared to live But I'm too afraid of leaving I'm fearing a normal conversation, Everytime I talk it's like a new foundation It doesn't make sense does it? I never thought I'd make it I had an expiration date, but never really made it I had a plan of execution, never execute it Everytime I talk it fucking feels like I'm muted And everytime you ask: "Am I fine?" No I ain't And "How's life doing, pretty good?" No It Ain't And "How's the work going, pay check high?" No It Ain't And "How's the music, got something new?" No I don't And everytime you ask: "Am I fine?" No I ain't And "How's life doing, pretty good?" No It Ain't And "How's the work going, pay check high?" No It Ain't And "How's the music, got something new?" No I don't