Kind enough to tell the right from wrong,
It's never wrong unless you're right
She listens and obey and it portrays another story of her life
She's not alright, she's not alright

A razor for every occasion never gets to tell the way you feel
It lays upon the dis-creation, this glass can never tell you what is real
You're temper mental, you need a break, how much am I supposed to take
You pull me down with everything The ends defines the means and then there is me
And I'm not alright, I'm not alright

Test your strength If they could see what you stand for
You need the help
If you can grasp the thought and remake
The damage, the distance, it withers with patience

"you tear apart yourself again", she says
"What can I do to help"
"The glass is half full", he says
"but it's empty and it's not alright", he says
It's not alright, it's not alright
It's just your perspective