I’ve got a secret for the mad
And I’ll be honest
It’s gonna hurt real bad
I get that I won’t get it
But just listen to me now
You won’t regret it
Every little stereotype
Is gonna help you survive the night
And we hope there’s a day where you can say you're okay
And mean it
But I
Can’t promise you
That that day will ever come
And I
Can’t promise you
That it’ll ever make sense again
All we can do right now is try
Because it’s either that or die  
And I get that they won’t get it
Just power through
You won’t regret it
You’re at the bottom
This is it
No one really knows
If you can be fixed
And you think that I don’t get it
But anxiety lead me here
I do regret it
Every little stereotype
Is gonna help you survive the night
And we don’t know if there’s a day where you can say you’re okay
And mean it
I can’t promise you
That you’ll ever banish that flame
And I
Can’t promise you
That you’ll ever be the same
I can’t promise you
That you’ll ever banish that flame
And I
Can’t promise you
That you’ll ever be the same

I believe that we do everything for emotion.
We risk for excitement,
dance for fun,
and for happiness we can smile at the sun.

I apply makeup for joy,
sing for any feeling of my choice,
own up to rid myself of guilt,
and for sadness, I hate the way I was built.

I watch sad videos to feel empathy,
I draw for peace of mind,
I listen to Dodie for ALL the emotions.
But right now, I feel nothing...