Why am I always like this? Why can't I just relax and just be? Here's a secret, a emotion deep and unseen, I've been fighting the notion to die since I was fourteen I've been trying to rationalize my own being I know that giving up won't accomplish anything But being alone is such a corrosive thing Tying to suppress the song that the siren sings I've been carrying this weight so long and struggling And can't get anyone shift some of the burden from me How do I cry for help if I'm dizzy from spinning How long has been since I've been winning Being stranded at sea barely swimming So many verses and chapters I've started from the beginning And it usually works for the first time Then the thousand cuts come and I'm Bathing in sea salt and lime Emotions pivot on a dime And nobody sees because they have no time. So why am I like this? Because no one has shown me otherwise What it's like to be a part of something instead of being stuck inside my on head going for rides With my demon in confessional to whom In pen in paper I confide. And while it seems for a while I take it in stride Every single person underestimates the torture I feel inside.