paler

keeping myself from falling through the floor

i’ve got blood on my hands and i dont know what for

im taking all the steps, drinking green tea, too

but i just can’t seem to get back to who

i was before the weather hit me like a truck

now im holding my breath and wishing myself good luck

if i’m being honest, think i belong in a morgue

don’t want really die, just feel like a corpse

and they’re all telling me that i gotta get better

and im trying really hard but it just gets harder

to keep myself afloat on these dark waters

and now they’re all telling me that i look a bit paler

here i am, making sure that i can breathe

while walking through a world that’s suffocating

don’t wanna be compared to what everyone sees

just wanna know by someone that i am loved for me

but people hold their expectations up too high

for anyone to reach, yet everyone tries

and i feel a little worthless, worthy in disguise

preach about being honest, though i’m the one who lies

and they’re all telling me that i gotta get better

and i’m trying really hard but it just gets harder

to keep myself afloat on these dark waters

now they're all telling me that i look a bit paler

OoooOOOOOoOooooOOOOo

and they’re all telling me that i gotta get better

and i’m trying really hard but it just gets harder

and it seems a little hopeless and far away

but then, i guess, so did yesterday