Fine
I can't seem to explain
How my heart seems to ache
When thoughts creep in
And I am wide awake
It's more than just a beat
It cradles me in then ever so slightly
Tightens it's grip
The more I suffocate
Why do I say things I'll regret?
Why do I do things I wish I could forget?
Why must I feel?
Why do I hide?
Why can't I let go of making mistakes for once in my life?
But I guess I'm fine
Same people telling me different things
I'm tired but I'll listen anyway
When can I feel safe?
And here it comes
Finds it's way inside
Tells me to turn off the lights and lock the door
Wants me to cry some more
Why do I care when no one does?
Why does it hurt? After all, she's won
When will I drown
'Cause I'm in too deep?
Why do I let myself love just to overthink?
But I won't show I'm weak
Oooh
Ahhh
Hmmm
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I can't seem to explain
When people ask me why
I'm not okay
It's better to leave it that way
It's more than just feeling bad
It's more than that, but they don't understand
So what does it matter to them?
Why do I hate the things I write?
Why does my room feel far too tight?
Where is your mind?
Where is your smile?
Where is the alcohol and where is all my time?
But I'll be fine
How my heart seems to ache
When thoughts creep in
And I am wide awake
It's more than just a beat
It cradles me in then ever so slightly
Tightens it's grip
The more I suffocate
Why do I say things I'll regret?
Why do I do things I wish I could forget?
Why must I feel?
Why do I hide?
Why can't I let go of making mistakes for once in my life?
But I guess I'm fine
Same people telling me different things
I'm tired but I'll listen anyway
When can I feel safe?
And here it comes
Finds it's way inside
Tells me to turn off the lights and lock the door
Wants me to cry some more
Why do I care when no one does?
Why does it hurt? After all, she's won
When will I drown
'Cause I'm in too deep?
Why do I let myself love just to overthink?
But I won't show I'm weak
Oooh
Ahhh
Hmmm
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I can't seem to explain
When people ask me why
I'm not okay
It's better to leave it that way
It's more than just feeling bad
It's more than that, but they don't understand
So what does it matter to them?
Why do I hate the things I write?
Why does my room feel far too tight?
Where is your mind?
Where is your smile?
Where is the alcohol and where is all my time?
But I'll be fine
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Writer(s): Pixie Labrador
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