[Verse 1]
If I never talk then I'll never have to know
Eyes are on my clock and my hands are on my throat
Damaging my thoughts, got a bucket full of holes
Nails are made of chalk
But I'm managing my highs, goodbyes and lows
(highs, goodbyes and lows)
(highs, goodbyes and lows)
(highs, goodbyes and lows)

[Chorus]
I've been feeling stressed out
No, I'm not depressed now
I should clean my room, before my parents get upset how
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