I’m good, br Yah, br I’m good, br I’m singing happy songs br Wearing flashy clothing br Yah, br I’m good br I’m so good. br br I think I’m good br My plastic smile – br It never leaves my side. br I call mum ‘Mamma Mia’ br My life’s brilliant br Yah br Haze or without haze br I’m good. br br My piano teacher, br She asked me last night: br “Which song did we do last week? ” br I told her: br “Tomorrow.” br “Excuse me? ” br “You know ‘Tomorrow’, The Beatles.” br “You mean, ‘Yesterday’? ” br “Oh yea, that.” br We laughed till our tummy ached. br I’m good, br Yah, br Life's a piece of cake. br br I woke up at 1 today br Another solitary Saturday; br Nobody’s home br Papa’s gone out golfing br Everybody’s busy keeping up br With the trend. br Nobody called, br Or dropped by to say ‘Hello’ br But that’s okay, br Right? br I don’t need them anyway, br Yah I’m good, br I can survive on my own. br br My maid, br She cooked me an awesome meal. br And yeah br A second ago, br I received a text message br It said: “I miss you”. br I looked out the window br To see little boys and girls br Eating ice-cream, br Holding hands; br No frowns on their faces. br I’m good br Even though br Tears are starting br To break free, br Yah, br I’m good.br br Lara W.