Word Salad

I feel like I'm lying every day
I know when I get home I'll have to pay
Just manipulate and hurt yourself
That's not what matters, not your mental health

Knowing I look happy makes me good inside
But I'm bad
But I'm not ready to die
Just 'cause I look good on the outside doesn't mean anything
I'm not alright

All it means is that I'm trying
Shouldn't that say something?
I mean
Let's look at the fact sometimes I can't even get out of bed, you know?
Sometimes, it's even hard to just pick up a pencil

Knowing I look happy makes me good inside
But I'm bad
But I'm not ready to die
Just 'cause I look good on the outside doesn't mean anything
I'm not alright

Put me in the farthest ward
Maybe then I'll feel a little less bored
Lack of contact with who you are
Will leave a little more than a scar

Knowing I look happy makes me good inside
But I'm bad
But I'm not ready to die
Just 'cause I look good on the outside doesn't mean anything
I'm not alright

Not alright!
Not alright

Honestly, if this whole thing has been recording, this should just be the secret track
Secret song
Vi's playing the drums
Alexia is playing the guitar
Aah
Aah
Violet can't play the drums
Alexia should stick to singing
Aahaha
Aah
Ooo

Secret song
This is really bad
There is a half-eaten piece of bread
Sitting on this table
Aah
Aah
Aah
Aah

This is crazy, aah
Autotune is fucking crazy
Aahaha
Okay, done



Credits
Writer(s): Violet Sedona Mayugba, Alexia Else Roditis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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