It's Getting Bad Again
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โฑ๏ธ 3:16 duration
๐ ID: 17311637
๐ Lyrics
I think I understood it was getting bad again
When I started to do everything sitting down
And I think I understood it was getting bad again
When a smile became more difficult to produce than a frown
When the room didn't light up whenever I was around
And when the tears came silently, not creating any sound
And I think I knew it was getting bad again when my own internal clock stopped ticking
When the itching for joy became my new favorite pastime
When a laugh with my friends cost much more than a dime
It was more like an act that I put on with a grinning mouth that isn't even mine
And I think I knew things were getting bad again
When my bed went from being a resting place to being a tomb
When I couldn't look any of my friends in the face
And when I started to assume that I wasn't wanted or needed
When my head felt haunted and I pleaded
And I think I knew it was getting bad again
When my pen felt too heavy to pick up and write
When the same damn haunted dreams played in my head throughout the entire night
So I rip out my hair in hopes that I'll be able to see clearly
In hopes that those I love dearly will notice
Do the empty patches on my head express it to you?
Or should I keep silent and internalize what I'm going through?
Or should I continue to release my empty screams into nothingness
With tears flooding down my face?
Tell me
If I'm so important to you
Then why am I so easily replaced?
I think I knew it was getting bad again when the fog came back
The crows flew away, and the darkness started to attack
When a simple conversation became exhausting, and I avoided all human contact
And when I began to wonder if I'll ever get my permanent smile back
When I started to do everything sitting down
And I think I understood it was getting bad again
When a smile became more difficult to produce than a frown
When the room didn't light up whenever I was around
And when the tears came silently, not creating any sound
And I think I knew it was getting bad again when my own internal clock stopped ticking
When the itching for joy became my new favorite pastime
When a laugh with my friends cost much more than a dime
It was more like an act that I put on with a grinning mouth that isn't even mine
And I think I knew things were getting bad again
When my bed went from being a resting place to being a tomb
When I couldn't look any of my friends in the face
And when I started to assume that I wasn't wanted or needed
When my head felt haunted and I pleaded
And I think I knew it was getting bad again
When my pen felt too heavy to pick up and write
When the same damn haunted dreams played in my head throughout the entire night
So I rip out my hair in hopes that I'll be able to see clearly
In hopes that those I love dearly will notice
Do the empty patches on my head express it to you?
Or should I keep silent and internalize what I'm going through?
Or should I continue to release my empty screams into nothingness
With tears flooding down my face?
Tell me
If I'm so important to you
Then why am I so easily replaced?
I think I knew it was getting bad again when the fog came back
The crows flew away, and the darkness started to attack
When a simple conversation became exhausting, and I avoided all human contact
And when I began to wonder if I'll ever get my permanent smile back
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.62] I think I understood it was getting bad again
[00:05.23] When I started to do everything sitting down
[00:11.38] And I think I understood it was getting bad again
[00:13.95] When a smile became more difficult to produce than a frown
[00:17.44] When the room didn't light up whenever I was around
[00:21.30] And when the tears came silently, not creating any sound
[00:27.19] And I think I knew it was getting bad again when my own internal clock stopped ticking
[00:32.42] When the itching for joy became my new favorite pastime
[00:35.99] When a laugh with my friends cost much more than a dime
[00:38.76] It was more like an act that I put on with a grinning mouth that isn't even mine
[00:45.42] And I think I knew things were getting bad again
[00:48.01] When my bed went from being a resting place to being a tomb
[00:53.12] When I couldn't look any of my friends in the face
[00:55.99] And when I started to assume that I wasn't wanted or needed
[01:01.67] When my head felt haunted and I pleaded
[01:04.06] And I think I knew it was getting bad again
[01:06.34] When my pen felt too heavy to pick up and write
[01:08.71] When the same damn haunted dreams played in my head throughout the entire night
[01:13.65] So I rip out my hair in hopes that I'll be able to see clearly
[01:19.30] In hopes that those I love dearly will notice
[01:24.18] Do the empty patches on my head express it to you?
[01:29.96] Or should I keep silent and internalize what I'm going through?
[01:34.58] Or should I continue to release my empty screams into nothingness
[01:38.44] With tears flooding down my face?
[01:40.78] Tell me
[01:43.62] If I'm so important to you
[01:48.15] Then why am I so easily replaced?
[01:51.99]
[01:59.46] I think I knew it was getting bad again when the fog came back
[02:07.61] The crows flew away, and the darkness started to attack
[02:12.45] When a simple conversation became exhausting, and I avoided all human contact
[02:20.45] And when I began to wonder if I'll ever get my permanent smile back
[02:28.53]
[00:05.23] When I started to do everything sitting down
[00:11.38] And I think I understood it was getting bad again
[00:13.95] When a smile became more difficult to produce than a frown
[00:17.44] When the room didn't light up whenever I was around
[00:21.30] And when the tears came silently, not creating any sound
[00:27.19] And I think I knew it was getting bad again when my own internal clock stopped ticking
[00:32.42] When the itching for joy became my new favorite pastime
[00:35.99] When a laugh with my friends cost much more than a dime
[00:38.76] It was more like an act that I put on with a grinning mouth that isn't even mine
[00:45.42] And I think I knew things were getting bad again
[00:48.01] When my bed went from being a resting place to being a tomb
[00:53.12] When I couldn't look any of my friends in the face
[00:55.99] And when I started to assume that I wasn't wanted or needed
[01:01.67] When my head felt haunted and I pleaded
[01:04.06] And I think I knew it was getting bad again
[01:06.34] When my pen felt too heavy to pick up and write
[01:08.71] When the same damn haunted dreams played in my head throughout the entire night
[01:13.65] So I rip out my hair in hopes that I'll be able to see clearly
[01:19.30] In hopes that those I love dearly will notice
[01:24.18] Do the empty patches on my head express it to you?
[01:29.96] Or should I keep silent and internalize what I'm going through?
[01:34.58] Or should I continue to release my empty screams into nothingness
[01:38.44] With tears flooding down my face?
[01:40.78] Tell me
[01:43.62] If I'm so important to you
[01:48.15] Then why am I so easily replaced?
[01:51.99]
[01:59.46] I think I knew it was getting bad again when the fog came back
[02:07.61] The crows flew away, and the darkness started to attack
[02:12.45] When a simple conversation became exhausting, and I avoided all human contact
[02:20.45] And when I began to wonder if I'll ever get my permanent smile back
[02:28.53]