Hollow

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low

Let me sink to the bottom

Air in my lungs keeping me afloat

Inside I'm still hollow

I know I'm not my thoughts

But my thoughts don't know that yet

Sometimes I try to sneak up

On the voice inside my head

I try to meditate, cause they told me it'll help

But the last thing I need is more time alone inside myself

I know I'm not unique, we all got broken brains

Culture recently decided being crazy is okay

And now we all can talk about it on our social feeds

Having a rough day?

Hashtag mental health awareness week

I know that's progress

We don't have to hide no more

But it leaves me wondering why we ain't said this stuff before

Like were we always all crazy and we all just kept quiet?

Are we on the same page with what we're identifying?

And if crazy's the new normal then it's not that crazy, is it?

Cause the word by definition means it sits outside the system

And how can we tell difference between sick and tryna' fit in?

If everybody's crazy, then who's supposed to fix it?

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low

Let me sink to the bottom

Air in my lungs keeping me afloat

Inside I'm still hollow

I don't wanna break down

So where do I go?

My screams sink to the bottom

Top of my lungs, just an echo

Inside I'm still hollow

No one told me it could get this bad, this fast

Guess we only hear about the struggle after its passed

Getting easier to open up, share what we've lost

Good to know I'm not alone

But if I'm really being honest

I kinda hope there's something wrong with me

I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be)

I pray to god it's not normal

Crying on the floor

I don't wanna do this anymore

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low

Let me sink to the bottom

Air in my lungs keeping me afloat

Inside I'm still hollow

I don't wanna break down

So where do I go?

My screams sink to the bottom

Top of my lungs, just an echo

Inside I'm still hollow

I kinda hope there's something wrong with me

I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be)

I pray to god it's not normal

Crying on the floor

I don't wanna do this anymore

I kinda hope there's something wrong with me

I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be)

I pray to god it's not normal

Crying on the floor

I don't wanna do this anymore

I don't wanna break down

But I'm feeling low

I don't wanna break down

But I'm feeling low

I don't wanna break down

But I'm feeling low

I don't wanna break down

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low

Let me sink to the bottom

Air in my lungs keeping me afloat

Inside we're still hollow

I don't wanna break down

So where do I go?

My screams sink to the bottom

Top of my lungs, just an echo

Inside I'm still hollow

I know I'm not my thoughts

But my thoughts don't know that yet

Sometimes I try to sneak up

On the voice inside my head

I've tried to meditate, cause they tell me it'll help

But the last thing I need is more time alone