Alright

Nobody is alright.
As my fate ripped me apart,

apart from my own home,
from my own love.

As others have felt it too.
I couldn't even fight back.

No, I think I don't need to.
All the love that I knew I had,

are they just pretty illusions? A dream,
that I someday have to wake up from.

Or is this life a nightmare, the
one we can never escape from?

Easy to say it, I don't normally complain.
I just tether all the thoughts and feelings,

craft them anew and
carve them aside.

All the pain and all the prayers,
won't they fit together in a circle?

Someday you'll see,
I was never alright.

I don't want to be alright.
I'm afraid if I found out that I'm

the only one who's alright.
I'll be alone and I can't be with you.