I’ve painted over the windows again
Trying to keep the noise out of my head
Counting every crack in the ceiling
Repeating the words that keep me feeling
The air in here is getting thin and gray
And I’m losing track of which voice is okay

They say “just breathe,” but my lungs are tight
They call me names, “you’re not doing it right”
I feel I need some air, I need some light
They say “it’s fine,” but they don’t see my dark, my blight
They laugh when they hear my heart beat and pound
They keep on trying to pull me down
And I’m tired of the devil hanging ’round

It’s a heavy echo in an empty room
A garden waiting for the sun to bloom
I’m reaching out through the digital haze
Counting the seconds, surviving the days
It’s okay not to be okay right now
I’m learning to let the voices go somehow
Yeah, I’m trying to ignore the voices now

I put on the mask like a second skin
Laughing at jokes while I’m dying within
But the mirror doesn’t lie like people do
It reflects the voices that I’m pushed into
I’m done with “I’m fine” and “don’t worry ‘bout me”
I’m rewriting the end of this tired history

There is no weakness in breaking down
There is no sin in the pain you’ve found
The hardest thing I ever had to do
Was admitting I’m not the only one through

They say “it’s fine,” in the dead of the night
But the floor pulls me down, out of sight
And I’m tired of being my own enemy in the fight

It’s a heavy echo in an empty room
A garden waiting for the sun to bloom
I’m reaching out through the digital haze
Counting the seconds, surviving the days
It’s okay not to be okay right now
I’m learning to let the walls come down

Just hold on.
The echo fades.
I’m still here.
I’m still here.