Do I have to hate myself
Before I can ask for help
Or is there a space between the two extremes
Of having to shut my mouth
When I feel like lashing out
And making a martyr of my brutal honesty?
I don't wanna make this real
I don't wanna make you feel
I don't wanna make this real
I don't wanna make you feel
If I have to hurt myself
To prove that I need your help
Then who takes the fall for all this pain I've caused?
Am I still the one we blame
When you're tired of listening
Or am I a hero just for reaching out at all?
I don't wanna make this real
I don't wanna make you feel
I don't wanna make this real
I don't wanna make you feel
Ankle-deep in The Shallows
You saw how I swallowed the surface
And struggled to keep it all down
I was thrashin'
So you started splashin'
The rippling current got rough and it covered the sound
I could see how it scared you
I couldn't prepare you for everything
Now I've been drowning for months
And the bottom
Is not where I thought it was
I started sinkin' and now there's no air in my lungs
When I hit the ground
The silence was deafening
And you talked so loud
So I shut my mouth
And now I'm wondering how it feels
To drown you out