I'm Doing Fine

Some messages don’t end conversations… they end chances. “I’m Doing Fine” lives in the space between what was said and what was held back—between “I’ll say it later” and never getting the chance. A simple reply. A safe response. The things we never said. This is for anyone who’s ever replayed a moment, wishing they had chosen differently—learning too late that silence can echo louder than anything we say. Sometimes the last thing we send… didn't come from the heart. “I’m doing fine.” Lyrics: I'm doing fine… Phone lit up at 7:15 Your name still hits like it did back then I typed out truth then erased every line Sent something easy… “yeah, I’m doing fine” Three little dots like a door half open I felt it shift but I didn’t go in Thought I had time, thought it’d wait instead Didn’t know that was the last thing I said We always think there’s one more night One more chance to get it right It’s the things we never said That echo in my head Not the words we let go by But the truth we kept inside Now silence says what I never could In every “I’m fine” that hid “I should” If I’d known how close the end was set I wouldn’t have sent… that last text Now every message just stays unread No reply coming back again I scroll through words that don’t mean a thing Just small talk wrapped in everything No goodbye, no warning sign Just a moment I can’t rewind And all the weight of what I meant Is buried in what I never sent I replay it every night What I wrote… what I should’ve typed It’s the things we never said That echo in my head Not the words we let go by But the truth we kept inside Now silence says what I never could In every “I’m fine” that hid “I should” If I’d known how close the end was set I wouldn’t have sent… that last text I should’ve said I didn't want to lose you Not act like I had nothing to prove to you Should’ve said I needed you more than pride Instead of playing like I was fine inside I should’ve said “don’t go, not like this” Not leave it hanging on a line I’d miss All of the truth I held in my chest For a sentence that didn’t say nothing… at best You don’t get to know When it’s the last time No warning, no sign Just a line… you can’t rewrite It’s the things we never said That live forever in our heads Not the words we let go by But the truth we kept inside Yeah silence becomes what we regret Every almost… every “not yet” If we knew how close the end can get We’d never send… that last text Yeah… I’m doing fine. Yeah… I’m doing fine.