Nobody knows-live

[Intro — barely audible]

Don’t look at me.

I’m fine.

I’m always fucking fine.

That’s what you want to hear, right?

[Verse 1 — quiet, trembling]

There’s people everywhere.

They’re laughing.
They’re talking.
They’re living.

And I’m standing right here
like I’m not even fucking here.

I smile when they smile.
I laugh when I’m supposed to.
I nod my head
when somebody asks me if I’m okay.

“Yeah.”

Of course I’m okay.

Look at me.

I’m smiling.

Can’t you see how fucking happy I am?

[Pause]

I don’t even recognize my own face anymore.

I look in the mirror
and there’s somebody staring back
who looks exhausted.

Empty.

Gone.

And I don’t know how to tell anybody
that I’m still here…

but I don’t feel alive.

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[Verse 2 — more emotional]

I used to wake up
and actually want to get out of bed.

I used to laugh
and not have to think about it.

I used to feel something
when the sun hit my face.

Now I wake up
and there’s this weight on my chest
before my feet even touch the floor.

And I carry it.

All day.

Every fucking day.

Nobody knows.

Because I’m good at this.

I’m good at pretending.

I’m good at making everyone else happy
while something inside of me
is screaming,

“WHAT ABOUT ME?”

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[Pre-Chorus — cracking]

I give.

And give.

And give.

Until there’s nothing left.

And when I finally need someone—

there’s nobody.

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[Chorus — explosive]

SO I SMILE!

I FUCKING SMILE!

AND I TELL YOU I’M ALRIGHT!

WHILE EVERYTHING INSIDE OF ME
IS FALLING APART TONIGHT!

YOU SAY,
“YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO BE HAPPY FOR.”

I KNOW!

I FUCKING KNOW!

BUT WHY CAN’T I FEEL IT?!

WHY CAN’T I FEEL ANYTHING?!

I’m surrounded by people
and I’ve never felt so alone.

I’m screaming in my head
and nobody knows.

NOBODY FUCKING KNOWS.

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[Verse 3 — stripped down]

Maybe I should tell somebody.

Maybe I should say it out loud.

“I’m not okay.”

Three fucking words.

Why are they so hard to say?

Because I’m scared.

Scared they’ll look at me differently.

Scared they’ll tell me
it’s normal.

That everybody feels this way.

That I just need sleep.

That I just need medication.

That it’ll get better.

But what if it doesn’t?

What if this is just me now?

What if the person I used to be
is gone?

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[Bridge — almost whispered]

I don’t want to be numb.

I don’t want to be fixed.

I don’t want another fucking mask.

I don’t want somebody
to look at me
and tell me I’m okay
when I’m standing right in front of them
begging them to see that I’m not.

I don’t need you to make me happy.

I just…

I just want to feel something.

Anything.

Anger.

Sadness.

Joy.

Pain.

I don’t care.

Just—

PLEASE.

Let me feel something again.

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[Breakdown — screamed, voice cracking]

I’M SO FUCKING TIRED!

TIRED OF SAYING I’M FINE!

TIRED OF MAKING EVERYBODY ELSE HAPPY!

TIRED OF BEING THE PERSON
EVERYBODY RUNS TO
WHEN THEY’RE FALLING APART!

WHO THE FUCK DO I RUN TO?!

WHO CATCHES ME?!

WHO LOOKS AT ME
AND SAYS,

“I KNOW.”

WHO?!

WHO FUCKING SEES ME?!

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[Silence]

[Whisper]

I’m right here.

I’ve been right here
the whole fucking time.

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[Final Chorus — devastated, then powerful]

DON’T ASK ME TO SMILE!

I DON’T WANT TO PRETEND ANYMORE!

I’M TIRED OF HIDING
WHAT’S BEHIND THIS FUCKING DOOR!

I’M NOT HAPPY!

I’M NOT OKAY!

AND I’M DONE APOLOGIZING
FOR FEELING THIS WAY!

I DON’T WANT TO DIE—

I JUST WANT TO FEEL ALIVE!

I WANT TO WAKE UP
AND MEAN IT WHEN I SAY
“I’M ALRIGHT.”

I WANT TO LAUGH
WITHOUT HAVING TO FAKE IT!

I WANT TO LOVE
WITHOUT FEELING EMPTY!

I WANT TO BE ME!

I JUST WANT TO BE ME AGAIN!

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[Outro — exhausted whisper]

There’s a room full of people.

They’re all laughing.

And for once…

I don’t smile.

I don’t pretend.

I don’t say I’m fine.

I just breathe.

And maybe…

maybe tomorrow…

I’ll feel something.

Anything.

Punk Rock, emo,, Dark, Aggressive, Gloomy, Sad, Meditative, Cinematic, Female Vocals, Shouting Vocals, Whispered Vocals, Falsetto, Moderate (76-108 BPM)