[Verse 1]
Feels like I'm in another universe
Asking questions 'cause I'm feeling cursed
There's not a day when my throat doesn't burn
Why does this ache always seem to return?

[Chorus]
I'm weary, I'm ill
And I blame it on the art of getting by
I look in the mirror and I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied
Wouldn't go as far as saying that I'm traumatized
But truth be told, I'm not alright
Truth be told, I'm not alright

[Verse 2]
Talk to myself away from watchful eyes
Ego black and blue as I fear demise
I'm not armed to the teeth anymore
Doesn't mean I'm one to ignore

[Chorus]
I'm weary, I'm ill
And I blame it on the art of getting by
I look in the mirror and I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied
Wouldn't go as far as saying that I'm traumatized
But truth be told, I'm not alright
Truth be told, I'm not alright
[Bridge]
I'll spit blood in this bitter flight
Unlike that summer when my hopes ran high
So when you ask if I'm doing okay
It shouldn't shock you when I say

[Chorus]
I'm weary, I'm ill
And I blame it on the art of getting by
I look in the mirror and I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied
Wouldn't go as far as saying that I'm traumatized
But truth be told, I'm not alright
Truth be told, I'm not alright