Happy People

Sometimes
 I really hate happy people
 and sometimes
 I resent the hell out of you
 and sometimes, you know,
 I really hate myself
 a higher part of me
 knows that this is wrong
 and I wait
 for a part of this to make sense
 and I wait
 until it's my turn to fight
 and I know
 I could be waiting a long time
 but I wait for you
 to tell me everything's alright
 and I've walked
 a million times beside you
 and not once
 have I felt worthy to
 and I know
 I probably have my own place
 somewhere dark, somewhere cold,
 somewhere
 where no one can see me
 and I wait
 for a part of this to make sense
 and I wait
 until it's my turn to fight
 and I know
 I could be waiting a long time
 but I wait for you
 to tell me everything's alright
 and I've tried
 to purify myself
 I've pulled the drain
 so many times
 and I watch
 as the waters strip from me
 all my pain, all my love,
 all that will come back tomorrow
 and I wait
 for a part of this to make sense
 and I wait
 until it's my turn to fight
 and I know
 I could be waiting a long time
 but I wait for you
 to tell me everything's alright
 and I wait
 for any of this to make sense
 and I wait until
 its my turn to take flight
 and I know I could
 be waiting forever
 but I wait for you
 to tell me everything's alright
 because it doesn't feel alright
 nothing feels alright
 alright
 is that alright
 ...with you