Do you think that I am over it, better than before?
Maybe I’ve forgotten, doesn’t hurt anymore?
Do you think I’m doing fine, no tears are shed each day?
Get up and just get going, the pain has all but gone away?
Do you think I’m coping, living life as you do?
If that’s what you imagine, you don’t have a single clue
I cope, I cry and I deny, I’ve learned how I must hide
Keep everything within me, bottled up deep down inside.
I can’t be who I was before, I’ve changed I’m someone new
It happens when you have a loss. You would be different too
I’m so miserable each day, too tired to explain
No, I’m not over it or better
Simply put - I’m not the same.