Who Knows Me
A little bit tired
A little bit weak
I am so exhausted
Lost the will to speak up
Just a little bit angry
Mixed with kind of sad
I switch up emotions cause they're all I have left
Purpose left me
Now I'm running on empty
This lack of energy
Is probably because I'm getting quite depressed
I'm stressed
I am anxiety, personified and dressed
To impress
I wear a tie and a vest
Buttoned up
And I know
I run around in these clothes
But they can't cover the scars that aren't fading
Where do I see myself in five years or twenty
I've got plenty of time, I should be worrying less
I'm obsessed
Some friends would probably call me a mess
Some friends would tell you that I'm doing fine
But who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
I've lost myself in
These vivid dreams
Some would call them nightmares
But it's all the same to me
Finally free
Of singings songs along to broken melodies
Can you hear them play like I do, I do
What I can, toss the plans
From the car that we're driving
On the highway to anywhere else but here
It's so clear no wonder we have trouble surviving
When we're so held back by all of this fear
All of this
Where do I see myself in five years or twenty
I've got plenty of time, I should be worrying less
I'm obsessed
Some friends would probably call me a mess
Some friends would tell you that I'm doing fine
But they would be lying
They would be lying
Without realizing
They would be lying
But who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Better than I know myself
Who knows me
Better than I know myself
Who knows me
Better than I know myself
Who knows me
Better than I know myself
Where do I see myself in five years or twenty
I've got plenty of time, I should be worrying less
I'm obsessed
Some friends would probably call me a mess
Some friends would tell you that I'm doing fine
Where do I see myself in five years or twenty
I've got plenty of time, I should be worrying less
I'm obsessed
Some friends would probably call me a mess
Some friends would tell you that I'm doing fine
But they would be lying
They would be lying
Without realizing
They would be lying
They would be lying
A little bit weak
I am so exhausted
Lost the will to speak up
Just a little bit angry
Mixed with kind of sad
I switch up emotions cause they're all I have left
Purpose left me
Now I'm running on empty
This lack of energy
Is probably because I'm getting quite depressed
I'm stressed
I am anxiety, personified and dressed
To impress
I wear a tie and a vest
Buttoned up
And I know
I run around in these clothes
But they can't cover the scars that aren't fading
Where do I see myself in five years or twenty
I've got plenty of time, I should be worrying less
I'm obsessed
Some friends would probably call me a mess
Some friends would tell you that I'm doing fine
But who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
I've lost myself in
These vivid dreams
Some would call them nightmares
But it's all the same to me
Finally free
Of singings songs along to broken melodies
Can you hear them play like I do, I do
What I can, toss the plans
From the car that we're driving
On the highway to anywhere else but here
It's so clear no wonder we have trouble surviving
When we're so held back by all of this fear
All of this
Where do I see myself in five years or twenty
I've got plenty of time, I should be worrying less
I'm obsessed
Some friends would probably call me a mess
Some friends would tell you that I'm doing fine
But they would be lying
They would be lying
Without realizing
They would be lying
But who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Who knows me
Better than I know myself
Who knows me
Better than I know myself
Who knows me
Better than I know myself
Who knows me
Better than I know myself
Where do I see myself in five years or twenty
I've got plenty of time, I should be worrying less
I'm obsessed
Some friends would probably call me a mess
Some friends would tell you that I'm doing fine
Where do I see myself in five years or twenty
I've got plenty of time, I should be worrying less
I'm obsessed
Some friends would probably call me a mess
Some friends would tell you that I'm doing fine
But they would be lying
They would be lying
Without realizing
They would be lying
They would be lying
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Writer(s): Alexa Lash
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