Sometimes I really hate happy people and sometimes I resent the hell out of you and sometimes, you know, I really hate myself a higher part of me knows that this is wrong and I wait for a part of this to make sense and I wait until it's my turn to fight and I know I could be waiting a long time but I wait for you to tell me everything's alright and I've walked a million times beside you and not once have I felt worthy to and I know I probably have my own place somewhere dark, somewhere cold, somewhere where no one can see me and I wait for a part of this to make sense and I wait until it's my turn to fight and I know I could be waiting a long time but I wait for you to tell me everything's alright and I've tried to purify myself I've pulled the drain so many times and I watch as the waters strip from me all my pain, all my love, all that will come back tomorrow and I wait for a part of this to make sense and I wait until it's my turn to fight and I know I could be waiting a long time but I wait for you to tell me everything's alright and I wait for any of this to make sense and I wait until its my turn to take flight and I know I could be waiting forever but I wait for you to tell me everything's alright because it doesn't feel alright nothing feels alright alright is that alright ...with you
