Tell the world you’re fine

It’s time to stop your second guessing
Toy for hours with the pieces of
Your mind is all conjecture
And your string has come undone

You make speeches on the News at Nine
Your public face seems reassuring
But I have a feeling you might be lying
When you tell the world you’re fine

And now the news is at an end
The camera closes its shutter
We turn our backs on each other
When the animals leave the zoo

Your face is on the News at Nine
Your jacket is torn at the shoulder
The puzzle is falling into place
The full extent of your disgrace
The clubs are closed
The sun is out
Your lips are dry and failing

But I have a feeling you might be dying
When I tell the world you’re fine

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