It’s starting to get bad again and I’m scared of what might happen
That I might fall with no one to catch me
That I might slip with no one to grasp my hand
That I will sink into oblivion far out of sight
I will drown and no one is noticing because
I’ve become pretty good at hiding it
I’ve become pretty good at smiling
And crying floods when no one is watching
I’ve begun drowning in the floods that no one sees
And no one will see when I set myself free
