| I don’t wanna break down, but I’m feeling low
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| Let me sink to the bottom
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| Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
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| Inside I’m still hollow
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| I know I’m not my thoughts
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| But my thoughts don’t know that yet
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| Sometimes I try to sneak up
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| On the voice inside my head
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| I try to meditate, cause they told me it’ll help
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| But the last thing I need is more time alone inside myself
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| I know I’m not unique, we all got broken brains
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| Culture recently decided being crazy is okay
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| And now we all can talk about it on our social feeds
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| Having a rough day?
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| Hashtag mental health awareness week
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| I know that’s progress
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| We don’t have to hide no more
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| But it leaves me wondering why we ain’t said this stuff before
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| Like were we always all crazy and we all just kept quiet?
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| Are we on the same page with what we’re identifying?
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| And if crazy’s the new normal then it’s not that crazy, is it?
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| Cause the word by definition means it sits outside the system
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| And how can we tell difference between sick and tryna' fit in?
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| And if everybody’s crazy, then who’s supposed to fix it?
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| I don’t wanna break down, but I’m feeling low
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| Let me sink to the bottom
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| Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
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| Inside I’m still hollow
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| I don’t wanna break down
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| So where do I go?
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| My screams sink to the bottom
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| Top of my lungs, just an echo
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| Inside I’m still hollow
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| No one told me it could get this bad, this fast
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| Guess we only hear about the struggle after it’s passed
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| Getting easier to open up, share what we lost
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| Good to know I’m not alone
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| But if I’m really being honest
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| I kinda hope there’s something wrong with me
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| I kind hope this isn’t how it’s supposed to be, supposed to be
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| I pray to god it’s not normal
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| Crying on the floor
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| I don’t wanna do this anymore
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| I don’t wanna break down, but I’m feeling low
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| Let me sink to the bottom
|
| Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
|
| Inside I’m still hollow
|
| I don’t wanna break down
|
| So where do I go?
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| My screams sink to the bottom
|
| Top of my lungs, just an echo
|
| Inside I’m still hollow
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| I kinda hope there’s something wrong with me
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| I kind hope this isn’t how it’s supposed to be, supposed to be
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| I pray to god it’s not normal
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| Crying on the floor
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| I don’t wanna do this anymore
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| I kinda hope there’s something wrong with me
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| I kind hope this isn’t how it’s supposed to be, supposed to be
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| I pray to god it’s not normal
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| Crying on the floor
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| I don’t wanna do this anymore
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| I don’t wanna break down
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| But I’m feeling low
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| I don’t wanna break down
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| But I’m feeling low
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| I don’t wanna break down
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| But I’m feeling low
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| I don’t wanna break down
|
| I don’t wanna break down, but I’m feeling low
|
| Let me sink to the bottom
|
| Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
|
| Inside we’re still hollow
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| I don’t wanna break down
|
| So where do I go?
|
| My screams sink to the bottom
|
| Top of my lungs, just an echo
|
| Inside I’m still hollow
|
| I know I’m not my thoughts
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| But my thoughts don’t know that yet
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| Sometimes I try to sneak up
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| On the voice inside my head
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| I’ve tried to meditate, they tell me it’ll help
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| But the last thing I need is more time alone |