You, you've got me tied up to your rope
You've gotten rid of all my hope
I think I'm going down
Yeah you, who are you to judge my lot
I'm just working with what I got
I think I'm going down
And you're cold
Don't belittle all my grief
With your bookstore shit relief
Oh yeah, yeah I'm going down
Well I'm gone
What's the source of all this stress
You make everything a test
So down, down, I'm going down
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright to cry
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright with me
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright to cry
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright with me
It's alright, all alright yeah!