Tell me why
Can't i ask for help
Cry and scream that I'm not okay
But every time I have the chance
To tell the truth
I end up lying.
Cause I want the help so desperately
But My voice gets stock
And The thing I can say
Is I'm fine.
But I'm not fine
Or even close to being okay
Cause I'm breaking inside
Slowly giving up.
In some ways It's like being in a box's
Made of one way glass
And I'm screaming
Trying to get out
But no one can see me.
But in another way it's like
People can see me trap in the box's
Screaming and trying to get out
And they choose to ignore me
Cause it easier that way.
