There's a balance that's off in my brain
Where I can't ever treat you the same
I won't complain and I can't explain
But I want to and it's a shame
I'm constantly stuck in my head
I'll spend the rest of the day in bed
The blinds in my room are always shut
I don't wanna see anyone

I really think I wanna be happy
But I don't think that's part of God's plan
I really miss the sound of you laughing
I just really want to hold your hand
And I don't know why any of this happened
But I won't be around one day, I pray
I'll come to terms with my decay
I woke up today
So I deserve a bouquet I think