I'm fine.
Well, I've been better
at other times
of desperate measures.

I'm alright.
Yeah, I try.
Just stuff on my mind
makes it hard to get by.

I'm okay,
Mhm, I guess.
I just need some space
and some proper rest.

I'm a bit nauseous.
I think I might cry.
Puke at the worst,
But at best I might die.

I feel a bit weak.
My stomach is aching.
My hands and my legs
and my warped mind are shaking.

I'm quite hungry.
My body needs food.
But at the rate I'm going
It'll just make me skrewed.

I'm doing great,
Except for the fact
That you can plainly see
All the bones in my back.

So thank you for asking.
I told you the truth.
Now you'll think twice
before you say "How Are You?"