I am not alright

If weakness is a wound

That no one wants to speak of,

Then “cool” is just how far we have to fall.

I am not immune;

I only want to be loved

But I feel safe behind the firewall.

Can I lose my need to impress?

If you want the truth,

I need to confess

I’m not alright

I’m broken inside, broken inside

And all I go through

It leads me to you, Lord, it leads me to you.

Sanctus Real