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I'm over it, my minds running and I'm running outta control of it
I'm overwhelmed, my thoughts are racing, and I'm losing control.
I feel alone, when my friends are home and they notice it
I experience loneliness even when surrounded by friends who notice my struggle.
Don't tell 'em though 'cause nobody knows that I struggle with
I keep my difficulties hidden, and no one is aware of my internal struggles.
Hurtin' my left wrist
I engage in self-harm, specifically hurting my left wrist.
Look I'm scared of it, so I'm wearing shirts that really don't look good, but they cover it
I'm afraid of my self-inflicted wounds, so I wear shirts to conceal them, even if they don't look good.
Got a grey Nike that doesn't let them see that I'm staining it
I own a grey Nike shirt that hides the stains from my wounds.
It's on the inner left side just below the number five cause it hides a bit
The stains are on the inner left side, just below the number five, to keep them less visible.
Keeps it secret
I'm keeping my struggles a secret.
I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours
I'm willing to share my secrets if someone else is willing to share theirs.
Nobody believes us, no, not anymore
People no longer believe us or our shared secrets.
'Cause I should be feeling pretty, but I only feel alone
Despite societal expectations, I don't feel beautiful; I feel alone.
Got tons of people with me, but they're only on my phone
Although I have many virtual connections, they don't replace genuine companionship.
So tell me what you're thinking 'bout when eyes are closed, and lights are down
Reflecting on thoughts during moments of solitude and darkness.
Are you thinking about what's underneath your sleeves?
Contemplating what's hidden beneath clothing, suggesting self-harm scars.
When I should be feeling pretty, but here's what's underneath
Despite societal expectations, my true emotional state is revealed beneath the surface.
My body's tired, my soul's outta breath there's nothin' left, just a liar
I'm physically and emotionally exhausted, feeling like a deceitful person.
My skin is nothing, but a canvas when I can't get no higher
My body is like an empty canvas, and I struggle to find fulfillment.
My secrets pull me down, amplify the sound, like choir
My secrets weigh me down and resonate loudly, akin to a choir.
I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours
Reiteration of willingness to share secrets for mutual understanding.
Nobody believes us, no, not anymore
The shared secrets are no longer believed by others.
'Cause I should be feeling pretty, but I only feel alone
Despite societal expectations, I feel alone instead of pretty.
Got tons of people with me, but they're only on my phone
I have virtual companions, but real connection is lacking.
So tell me what you're thinking 'bout when eyes are closed, and lights are down
Reflecting on thoughts during moments of solitude and darkness, again.
Are you thinking 'bout what's underneath your sleeves?
Asking about the hidden struggles beneath others' sleeves.
When I should be feeling pretty, but here's what's underneath
Despite societal expectations, my true emotional state is revealed beneath the surface, again.
Yeah, I smoke and then I can't get down
Turning to smoking as a coping mechanism, feeling distant from reality.
I'm six feet off the ground
Feeling elevated or detached from reality due to smoking.
I feel a lot when I'm not feeling
Experiencing emotions when I'm numb or not actively feeling.
And I know I'll probably let you down
Aware that I might disappoint others, but I put on a facade of a smile.
But I smile upside down
Smiling, but it's inverted, expressing inner sadness.
Hey look, I'm almost at the ceiling
Almost reaching the metaphorical ceiling, possibly referring to a breaking point.
Guess I should be feeling pretty, but I only feel alone
Contrast between societal expectations and feeling alone despite external perceptions.
Everybody thinks they know me, but I know they really don't
Aware that others think they know me, but they lack understanding.
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