I am in the wrong
I have the right
And though I wanted it all to be all right
There is something
In my blood and I am not all right
Nice to ask if I need a meal
On the sidewalk how am I to feel?
That a question? Or just really:
"You are not all right"
You don't let me be what I oughta be
Why do I become a lie?
Words I say
Even if planned out
Tend to change from a whisper to a shout
What happened to the power that lit my way?
Nothing's neat arranging for an audience
Though I train to speak in my defense
I am unprepared to fight when I am not all right
They don't let me be what I oughta be
Why do I become a lie?
I am not all right
Do I have to yell?
Why can't they see through this shell?
I wonder
Sincerely wanted it all to be all right
But there's something in my blood and I am not all right
I am not all right