Green Light, Red Light

Green. Go. Red. Stop. Stop? How can I stop? Stop caring. Indifferent blank stares. Numb. No more heartbreak. No more heart. Just a hollow figure. Keep breathing. Living. Wake, live, sleep, repeat. It's all repetition. It's all repetition. Broken record lives. "How are you?" "Fine, thanks." Broken record lies. Someone should really reassess the definition of 'fine'. If you're fine, you're really everything you don't want to say you are. I fell. Just leave me here. I'm sorry if I hurt you. Am I happy? Of course not; I'm fine. Fine isn't happy. Happy isn't happy. Happy is throwing a fake smile on that blank stare. You fool them all. People only want one thing. Now if only we knew what that one thing was. Kick my legs out from underneath me. Maybe I deserve it. Maybe we all deserve to fall in the mud at least once. Drive safe. Red means stop. Stop caring, and just go.