Dead

When a crown gets replaced by thorns and you lose your only voice
Burying the pain and letting resentment build seems like the only choice
So I keep it between the lines
Pretend I'm fine

If one more thing goes wrong I will explode
Will you pick up the pieces and pray for my soul

Everything is wrong and nothing’s fine
I can’t shake this feeling from my mind
I'm sick and tired of being alone
I'm sick of not doing enough to be this old

So I keep it between the lines
Pretend I'm fine
But I think about it all the time

If one more thing goes wrong I will explode
Will you pick up the pieces and pray for my soul
Heavy lies the bullshit that weighs upon my head
Sometimes the stress is so much that I would rather be dead

I would rather be dead
Than be stuck in my head