Fine Standing in Line

Standing on the west side,
I'll tell you I'm fine,
A world in between us,
And no one to supervise.

Standing by my side,
Is the only way I trust,
With drink in hand,
You tell me "I'm fine".

Standing from the east side,
You say you'll be alright,
If that was my only worry,
Then I'd be just fine.

Stand at their side,
With me in mind,
Saying you'll be just fine,
I'll stand on the west side,
Saying that's alright.


I really feel like I fucked this up in writing, but I cannot see a fix unless I just pretty much write something completely different.