| Anxiety, all I feel that’s inside of me
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| All I say is apologies
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| My thoughts are never present in the moment
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| It’s a problem see
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| Not the person I thought I’d be
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| Not the man that I wanna be
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| Caught between being selfish and just being what you want from me
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| Emotional choreography
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| Spill my guilt, call it honesty
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| Regressing lately, maybe, honestly, I don’t know, probably
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| Self-destructive, I gotta be
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| I just want someone proud of me
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| Don’t you worry, I’ll bury all the trauma inside of me
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| Another day, another mask
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| I’m feeling down, but it’ll pass
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| Don’t you judge me, you don’t know me
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| You won’t hear me, so don’t ask
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| I’m living proof I’m the past, or
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| Maybe I’m just trapped of always looking back
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| I don’t miss a thing, I want
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| Pieces of me back
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| Give me all of that
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| Every night I stack
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| Doubts up on my back
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| Confidence, I lack
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| Throw away the happiness I have 'cause I
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| I get low sometimes, yeah
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| I feel down sometimes, yeah
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| They don’t know
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| They don’t know
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| I feel worse sometimes, yeah
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| It hurts most inside, yeah
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| They don’t know
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| They don’t know
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| I get low sometimes
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| Low sometimes
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| Low sometimes
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| I wanna go and hide
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| Go and hide
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| Go and hide, yeah, yeah
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| I feel worse inside
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| Worse inside
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| Worse inside, yeah, yeah
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| They don’t know
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| They don’t know
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| They don’t know, so where can I go?
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| I get low sometimes
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| I know who I am, but I don’t know sometimes, yeah
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| Get inside my car, I wanna go sometimes
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| I feel hurt most times, they only know sometimes, ayy
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| A lot of pain, a lot of secrets
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| Even if I showed you, could you see this?
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| Angry when I talk, and I don’t mean it
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| Or maybe it’s the truth, and you don’t see it
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| Or maybe it’s the truth, you don’t believe it
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| They don’t know, and I just keep it
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| Let me tone it down
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| Feeling anxious when no one’s around
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| See me vacant when I’m full of doubt, yeah
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| Timid, I just wanna make it out
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| In a group of people, I don’t make a sound
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| I just try to get around, yeah
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| I just wanna show you my best
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| Every time I try to feel more is when I feel like a mess
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| When I try to be more is when I get more depressed
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| Thoughts in my head burn my chest
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| Hate the way that I get 'cause I
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| I get low sometimes, yeah
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| I feel down sometimes, yeah
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| They don’t know
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| They don’t know
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| I feel worse sometimes, yeah
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| It hurts most inside, yeah
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| They don’t know
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| They don’t know
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| I get low sometimes
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| Low sometimes
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| Low sometimes
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| I wanna go and hide
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| Go and hide
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| Go and hide, yeah, yeah
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| I feel worse inside
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| Worse inside
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| Worse inside, yeah, yeah
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| They don’t know
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| They don’t know
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| They don’t know, so where can I go? |