You think everything's alright,
But my face can't show my mind.
You think I'm happy and so glad,
But the truth is I am sad.
I'm getting mad.
You think everything's alright,
But the truth is you are blind.
Cause I see no shade of what
I have always wished a lot.
Is it alright? It is not!!!
You think everithing's alright,
But you never treat me right.
There were days it could be real.
That days you ignored appeal.
And now I have the hurts to heal.
And what if you don't think it's right?
If you have a secret fright?
And pretend that it's alright
Every day and every night?
Is it so?
Can anybody know?
I think everything's alright,
But your face can't show your mind.
I think you're happy and so glad,
But the truth is you are sad
And maybe we are mad.
Everything s alright?
© Copyright: Джонни Блэкбёрд, 2010
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