I have a couple friends, but we don't hang out anymore
When we do anything, they always act like they are bored
I care, and I pretend that I don't, but I'm okay though
Mom and dad were fighting, and I tried to intervene
It didn't help at all, it made it worse if anything
I cried until I fell asleep, but I'm okay though
Everybody tells me I have to believe
The bad feelings will go away eventually
I try, but I swear, it always seems
Like it comes to them so easily
And I'm stuck at the part where I pretend I'm happy
But I'm waiting for it to get better for me
I wish that I was different, wish that I was someone else
I know that I should probably tell somebody I need help
But it's easier for me to say that I'm okay though
I realize I'm not the only one who feels this way
So why should I prioritize myself when that's the case
I'll suck it up another day, but I'm okay though
Everybody tells me I have to believe
The bad feelings will go away eventually
I try, but I swear, it always seems
Like it comes to them so easily
And I'm stuck at the part where I pretend I'm happy
But I'm waiting for it to get better for me
Everybody tells me I have to believe
The bad feelings will go away eventually
I try, but I swear, it always seems
Like it comes to them so easily
And I'm stuck at the part where I pretend I'm happy
But I'm waiting
