"I'm Going to be OK"

I.

(An own composition)

The "food" doesn't agree with me; I shit three times a day
But don't worry about me, I'm going to be OK.

The language is alien; can't get a word of what they say
But don't worry about me, I'm going to be OK.

Only guys all around (and a couple might be gay)
But don't worry about me, I'm going to be OK.

Not a restaurant in sight -- not even a café
But don't worry about me, I'm going to be OK.

I suck at every sport, yet I go out and play
But don't worry about me, I'm going to be OK.

Everyone (but me) studies all night (and day)
But don't worry about me, I'm going to be OK.

The skies are either too bright, or too dull and gray
But don't worry about me, I'm going to be OK.

No internet after 12 a.m. -- "Good night!", they say
But don't worry about me, I'm going to be OK.

Just ten months over here, then I'll head to the USA
Don't worry about me -- I'm going to be OK.

Disclaimer:
Don't take seriously what I had to say.
Really. It's not bad here. It's pretty OK.
Blending fact, fiction and fantasy
It's called poetic license, OK?

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II.

(Lyrics of 3 Doors Down's "Here Without You")

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

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III.

My dose is blogged. I have a gold. Does anybody 'ave a gure for by stubby dose? :(

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IV: Epilogue

I'm OK. I'm fine. I'm feeling better.