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So I said I guess things are alright
Sternly he replied,
"You just sit tight kid"
One thing still bothered me,
But I never did bother to ask
I couldn't figure out the words
Expressions and words
They're nothing but letters
Emotionally illiterate
Severely inarticulate
I don't know how to tell
And I don't know how to ask
But i'm alright

Am I sheltered?
Am I trapped?
Was I saved?
And if so, why?
Why did I get this chance?
Will I be able to use it right?
I might blow up sometimes but you know things are alright
I might complain and bitch but you know my answer never changes
Everything's alright
In the world you made I'm doing AOK