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?
And 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

And 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 though

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 though
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
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