Lately

I wake up, but it feels like I don’t.

My body moves, but my mind won’t.

I’m tired before the day begins,

eyes open but I’m sinking in again.

(“mmm… tired…”)

Did my tree late… didn’t feel like Christmas,

room is quiet and I’m the only witness.

Nothing hits the same, nothing feels right —

just dragging myself through another night.

(“so empty…”)

People say it’s just a phase,

but they don’t see the weight I raise.

It’s heavy.

God, it’s heavy.

I feel used, I feel faded, I feel worn-out thin.

Like everyone takes pieces and I never win.

I try to care, but the spark won’t stay —

I’m lonely in a world that moves anyway.

(“so tired… so tired…”)

I don’t feel like me lately.

I don’t feel like me at all.

Books don’t pull me in like before,

I stare at the screen but I don’t want more.

Games don’t help, shows don’t distract —

I’m here… but I feel subtract.

(“just… nothing…”)

And every guy from my past still lingers,

like fingerprints I can’t wash off my fingers.

Used like a toy, passed around like a game —

now I don’t know if anyone’s ever meant it,

or if it’s all the same.

I try to breathe, but it stays tight,

every day feels like another fight.

I’m trying.

I swear I’m trying.

I feel used, I feel faded, I feel worn-out thin.

Like everyone takes pieces and I never win.

I try to care, but the spark won’t stay —

I’m lonely in a world that moves anyway.

(“mmm… don’t feel right…”)

I don’t feel like me lately.

I don’t feel like me at all.

Maybe I’m just tired of being strong,

tired of pretending nothing’s wrong.

Tired of waking up just to sink,

tired of feeling too numb to think.

(“just tired… tired…”)

I feel used, I feel faded, I feel worn-out thin.

And I’m scared I’ll never feel whole again.

I keep trying to climb out day by day,

but the world still pulls in every way.

I don’t feel like me lately…

but maybe someday I will.

(“someday… maybe…”)