Hollow Testo

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low
Let me sink to the bottom
Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
Inside I'm still hollow

I know I'm not my thoughts
But my thoughts don't know that yet
Sometimes I try to sneak up
On the voice inside my head
I try to meditate, cause they told me it'll help But the last thing I need is more time alone inside myself
I know I'm not unique, we all got broken brains
Culture recently decided being crazy is okay
And now we all can talk about it on our social feeds
Having a rough day?
Hashtag mental health awareness week

I know that's progress
We don't have to hide no more
But it leaves me wondering why we ain't said this stuff before
Like were we always all crazy and we all just kept quiet?
Are we on the same page with what we're identifying?

And if crazy's the new normal then it's not that crazy, is it?
Cause the word by definition means it sits outside the system
And how can we tell difference between sick and tryna' fit in?
And if everybody's crazy, then who's supposed to fix it?

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low
Let me sink to the bottom Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
Inside I'm still hollow

I don't wanna break down
So where do I go?
My screams sink to the bottom
Top of my lungs, just an echo
Inside I'm still hollow

No one told me it could get this bad, this fast
Guess we only hear about the struggle after it's passed
Getting easier to open up, share what we lost
Good to know I'm not alone
But if I'm really being honest

I kinda hope there's something wrong with me
I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be, supposed to be
I pray to god it's not normal
Crying on the floor
I don't wanna do this anymore

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low
Let me sink to the bottom
Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
Inside I'm still hollow

I don't wanna break down
So where do I go?
My screams sink to the bottom
Top of my lungs, just an echo
Inside I'm still hollow

I kinda hope there's something wrong with me
I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be, supposed to be
I pray to god it's not normal
Crying on the floor
I don't wanna do this anymore

I kinda hope there's something wrong with me
I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be, supposed to be
I pray to god it's not normal
Crying on the floor
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna break down
But I'm feeling low
I don't wanna break down
But I'm feeling low
I don't wanna break down
But I'm feeling low
I don't wanna break down

I don't wanna break down, but I'm feeling low
Let me sink to the bottom
Air in my lungs keeping me afloat
Inside we're still hollow

I don't wanna break down
So where do I go?
My screams sink to the bottom
Top of my lungs, just an echo
Inside I'm still hollow

I know I'm not my thoughts
But my thoughts don't know that yet
Sometimes I try to sneak up
On the voice inside my head
I've tried to meditate, they tell me it'll help
But the last thing I need is more time alone