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?