If I never talk then they’ll never have to know Eyes are on my clock and my hands around my throat Damaging my thoughts, got a bucket full of holes Nails are made of chalk But I manage in my highs, goodbyes and lows
(Highs, goodbyes and lows) (Highs, goodbyes and lows) (Highs, goodbyes and lows)
I've been feeling stressed out No, I'm not depressed now I should clean my room, before my parents get upset How, do they understand it?
