Oh.
Woah-oh-oh-oh
La-da-da-da
Ohhhh-oh.
[verse 1]
Hey, sorry I missed your text.
Sorry I missed your call.
Im fine.
No, really, Im doing just fine.
Oh.
I don’t wanna talk about it.
How my world’s gone to shit.
Or how lately it’s been a little harder to breathe.
But that could be just me.
Being dramatic,
Being erratic,
Being too much,
Even when I feel like I’m nothing at all.
I’ve been overthinking,
Barely been sleeping,
This dread keeps on creeping-
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck.
[chorus]
Im not fine!
Oh,
Can’t turn off the noise,
Thats trapped in my head.
Thinking of every mistake,
Right before I go to bed.
The floor is always made of glass,
The air is always too thick,
Maybe Im sick,
Maybe this won’t last.
And,
I know that I probably need help.
But I don’t know how to ask.
Call it pride,
Call it fear,
But hey….
Ohhh.
At least Im still here.
Oh.
Woah-oh-oh-oh
La-da-da-da
Ohhhh-oh.
[verse 2]
I still talk to my friends.
Even though I push them away.
And I miss my family.
Even though they’re only a phone call away.
Oh.
I wanna mean it when I say Im fine.
I feel bad every time I lie.
I filled with what ifs and why’s.
And when the thoughts get a little too loud….
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Damn.
[chorus]
Im not fine!
Oh,
Can’t turn off the noise,
Thats trapped in my head.
Thinking of every mistake,
Right before I go to bed.
The floor is always made of glass,
The air is always too thick,
Maybe Im sick,
Maybe this won’t last.
And,
I know that I probably need help.
But I don’t know how to ask.
Call it pride,
Call it fear,
But hey….
Ohhh.
At least Im still here.
Oh.
Woah-oh-oh-oh
La-da-da-da
Ohhhh-oh.
[bridge]
Breathings a little too hard.
And my dreams dont bring me peace.
Theres an ache deep in my core.
Im tired and just want relief.
Oooooooo….
I promise I’ll get better soon.
Im lookin up I swear.
Just please don’t give up on me.
Promise you’ll still be there.
I promise Im tryin…
[soft]
Oh.
Woah-oh-oh-oh
La-da-da-da
Ohhhh-oh.
[chorus (final)]
Im not fine!
Oh,
Can’t turn off the noise,
Thats trapped in my head.
Thinking of every mistake,
Right before I go to bed.
Woah-oh-oh-oh
The floor is always made of glass,
The air is always too thick,
Maybe Im sick,
Maybe this won’t last.
La-da-da-da
And,
I know that I probably need help.
But I don’t know how to ask.
Call it pride,
Call it fear,
But hey….
Ohhh.
At least Im still here.
Oh.
Woah-oh-oh-oh
La-da-da-da
Ohhhh-oh.
[outro (a cappella)]
(No music here)
Oh.
Woah-oh-oh-oh
La-da-da-da
Ohhhh-oh.
Yeah, Im still here.
YourBurden