MP3 
I'm over it
My mind's runnin', I'm runnin' out of control of it
I feel alone when my friends are home, and they notice it
Don't tell them no 'cause nobody knows that I struggle with
Hurting my left wrist
Look, I'm scared of it
So I'm wearing shirts that really don't look good, but they cover it
Got a green Nike that doesn't let them see that I'm staining it
It's on the inner left side, just below the number five
'Cause it hides a bit, keeps it secret
I'll tell you my secrets (secrets)
If you tell me yours (tell me yours)
Nobody believes us
No, not anymore
'Cause I should be feeling pretty
But I only feel alone
Got tons of people with me
But they're only on my phone
So tell me what you're thinkin' 'bout
When eyes are closed and lights are down
Are you thinkin' 'bout what's underneath your sleeves?
When I should be feeling pretty
But here's what's underneath
My body's tired
My soul's out of breath, there's nothing left, just a liar
My skin is nothin' but a canvas when I can't get no higher
My secrets pull me down, amplified, they sound like a choir
I'll tell you my secrets (secrets)
If you tell me yours (tell me yours)
Nobody believes us (believes us)
No, not anymore (not anymore)
'Cause I should be feeling pretty
But I only feel alone
I got tons of people with me
But they're only on my phone
So tell me what you're thinkin' 'bout
When eyes are closed and lights are down
Are you thinkin' 'bout what's underneath your sleeves?
When I should be feeling pretty
But here's what's underneath
Yeah, I smoke and then I can't get down
I'm six feet off the ground
I feel a lot when I'm not feeling
And I know I'll probably let you down
But smile upside down
Hey, look, we're almost at the ceiling
'Cause I should be feeling pretty
But I only feel alone
Everybody thinks they know me
But I know they really don't
