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stare at the ceiling while I hold back whats on my mind
and when they ask me how I'm doin' I say I'm just fine
and when they ask me how I'm doin' I say I'm just
But the fact is, I can never get off of my mattress
and all that they can ask is, why are you so sad kid, why are you so sad kid
that's what the mask is, that's what the point of the mask is
so you can see I'm trying, you won't see me crying, ill just keep on smiling, im good
and it just keeps on piling, its so terrifying, but I keep on smiling, I'm good
I've been caring too much for so long, been comparing myself for so long
I've been wearing a smile for so long its real, so long its real, so long its real
always being judged by a bunch of strange faces
scared to go outside haven't seen the light in ages
but I've been places, so I'm okay-ish, so I'm okay-ish, yeah I'm okay